"I suppose I am just used to my mother letting us know what the menu is from the chefs," she said, but it was a lot more simple. She was not really complaining though. The food was absolutely superb, even if she did not know what half of it was. Francesca was certainly used to her own routines more than anything else, though he was right about standing and serving oneself. This was the better option clearly.

Then she fell quiet for a moment, because there had always been a clear line between the upstairs and downstairs which was why she wouldn't normally even talk to him really. But they were already beyond that. "I suppose I have always been upstairs. If it is the Belfours property, and they are the ones responsible for it--?"

She was not sure if there was even money on the estate, if there were costs? Her brother would know more about the tangible needs of an estate, though it was not something that Francesca thought about before. It was simply that she was the family of the estate. They paid the staff. That was that.