Josephine is no stranger to opulence, but many months of living in freezing ancient structures has done much to lessen her familiarity with her previously lavish lifestyle. She becomes somewhat flustered as the plate is presented to her, as though she is not entirely sure where she ought to begin. It takes every fibre of her being to restrain from wringing her hands. It would simply not do to appear too overwhelmed in the presence of such a formidable woman. "It is nothing, Lady Vivienne, I vowed that I would dedicate myself wholly to the Inquisition, and intend to be my very best to uphold that promise." So what if her 'very best' very often resulted in burning the midnight oil? The Inquisition deserved nothing less.

She helps herself to some of the nibblies, choosing some of the cheeses and candied fruits to start with; it's an interesting combination, certainly, but she's simply gone with her favourites. When she looks up at Vivienne again, she continues, "Even with all the work we have ahead of us, it would be remiss of me to ignore a invitation from the Madame de Fer, would it not?" Josephine lets a smile play around her lips then. She is mostly joking. Mostly.

Her gaze now returned to the food she has chosen, she still looks as though she can scarcely believe her eyes. "I must say, I'm impressed with the selection you have acquired. Well chosen." There is an unspoken question on her tongue: do you have some secret culinary connections, Vivienne?