Brooke stared down at the plate and then back up at Stephanie. She was used to a lot of the things their society did, knowledgeable about how barbaric it could be, some practices reminiscent of the horrible things that people did in ancient Roman times.

But Brooke, Brooke was a lady - or at least she tried her damn hardest to be one - and a lady didn't cover one's head and savagely at a bird.

Then she stared at the maitre d'. "This is some ridiculous way to get back at me for the eucalyptus oil comment, isn't it?"