"What's the matter, didn't you enjoy the party?"
"What's there to enjoy at a party? Aren't parties just about listening to the most powerful men boast?"
"Well said, Miss Navarre, well said!" This witty summary made Winters laugh and applaud in approval, and no one could empathize with that sentiment more than a soldier.
Anna stopped maintaining her ladylike smile and began to giggle. In that moment, Winters truly felt that the Miss Navarre before him became a living, breathing person, no longer a puppet.
"Please, have a seat, Mr. Montaigne." Anna gestured for Winters to sit down.
Winters tasted Anna's culinary efforts—the combination of smoked meat, cheese, pickles, and bread was wonderful: "Although the bread is a bit dry, it's really, really delicious."
"When I was a child, my grandfather used to make this for me. It tastes a bit better with fresh bread because it's moister."
