[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=E395B2]Colette de La Fontaine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/alJBIiG3D5EZO/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=E395B2][b]Location:[/b][/color] Kitchen
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English[/center][hr]

Colette felt herself blush at the mere mention of...bowels. She had to remember she was on a ship and not a tea party with the upper echelon. It was different here, though she did not need to be reminded. [color=E395B2]"I will adhere to your advice then and take it easy, but I am quite famished. Anything will do nicely."[/color] She wasn't expecting a five-course meal. In fact, she had, more or less, expected it to be bread and butter and maybe fish. 

Colette glanced briefly at Fyror as the man managed to speak again. She was now beginning to be unsure of him. What was his goal with Millicent? Was he just a man looking out for the well-being of a lady in need or was there something more beneath. After all, Colette knew full well how people, men in particular, could be seen as one thing and are truly monsters underneath. Though he did save her life, that did not mean he was chivalrous in all aspects. Perhaps she was a bit too quick to judge. Though, she would give him a chance. She owed him that much.