OOC: Creating a new thread so you can continue the frivolities before the meal, but also moving along the plot.

After a few minutes, a butler sounded a gavel, the clacking of wood cutting across.

“Dinner will be served in 5 minutes,” he states. The warning allowed the guests to button up their braces and powder their noses, ready for the meal. It was seen as poor form to leave the table mid-meal.

Five minutes later, everyone entered the elaborate hall, the smell of the finest roast beef filling the room… everyone apart from Lord Harrington.

Lady Harrington seemed unconcerned. “It takes his longer to powder his nose these days,” she joked, as the food was placed on the table.

Lt. Hudson
Chief Medical Officer