Food from a vendor.. how delightfully risqué. Olivia ignored the disgusted scowl from her sister. Anything to spend more time with this dashing young man. The hot fat from the meat pie soaked through the paper that served as a 'plate'. Her mother would be appalled, but Olivia was being purely selfish. Indeed, cheap food was probably ruining her gloves, but that was a problem for the servants to worry about. If they could salvage them all the better; if not Olivia would shout at them and then simply buy a new pair.