Agatha's own knowledge of proper table etiquette began and ended at the difference between the glasses for red or white wines and champagne, so she wasn't particularly bothered by his lack of familiarity with the ins and outs of fine dining. So long as he remembered to use silverware, she was content to know he was making his best attempt.

On the other hand, his cooking significantly impressed her. The stuffing perfectly complemented the flavor of the toadstools and the bread was just the right level of fluffy for her tastes. Agatha grinned and started to say as much, then quickly remembered that talking with her mouth open would be [i]very[/i] unladylike. She used her hand to hide the little bits of food that had started to make an escape. She prayed he hadn't ntoiced that.