The dinner position was from Ryan, John, Sophia, Henry, and Imelda. As they sat at a round table, Imelda served as the house's mistress. She ensured the servants worked well and the conversation kept flowing.
Sophia smiled as Henry ate a lot.
"Mommy, why don't you eat?"
"Yes, I love watching you eat. Which meal do you like the most?" Sophia asked.
Henry patted his chin. "It's a hard question to answer."
"Oh, how so?"
"Because I like them all. These three," Henry pointed at venison ham, roasted fish, and berry tart, "are from Grandma. She knows I love these three." Then he glanced at John and grinned. "Daddy loves the same meals."
Sophia nodded. "I see."
"I love chicken, pork, lamb, and orange juice too." Henry shrugged. "So, if I should answer, I think all of them are my favorite."
Sophia laughed and patted Henry's hand. "Okay, continue your eating."
