He brooded over his drink, savoring every feel and sensation it threw into him, relishing the thought that he could have another sip later. It was glorious, like a grand opera with an encore, both sophisticated and pleasing to the man. His eye opened, amber orb glittering as he gazed at the glass, giving it a nod of thanks before focusing his attention on the girl in front of him. A small "mm" of satisfaction left the man, his grin curling onto those lips before he started to speak.

"So, how was it? Your first sip of the evening- did you enjoy it? I can always pull another beverage out for you if you would prefer Lady Natasha." He started to slip out of his chair, raising to his full height before giving a small bow, eye closing as his smooth tone continued to roll out. "It would be no trouble at all, I need to be up anyways." Amber orb opened, a glimmer of the rooms lighting playing off of the sphere as he started to make his way past the girl, heading towards the kitchen with graceful steps. "The roast should be done by now, which will lead us to the meal ahead of us, surely good conversation should follow I'd assume- meals are amazing for that."

Light hummed flowed from the kitchen as he played around, gathering up the fruits of his labor, being careful to use pot-holder gloves to bring out the meat of the night. The lid was still on it as he brought it to the table, but the fragrance emanating from it was impossible to miss, a mix of sweetened spices tickling the air around the two. He gingerly put the heated container down, lifting it up again to slide a pot holder onto the table, placing the pot on it- now it would be safe. No use burning through the table cloth today ol' boy- no fire, no mistakes, just a roast, potatoes, and a fine drink. He started to shimmy off again, pausing a moment to offer a small grin. "Potatoes- I have got to get the potatoes out, but they'll be on soon. Is there anything you like with them- butter? Sour creme? They're favored rather nicely themselves, but you can never be too careful with applying a dash of things to them."

"No no no, this drink is quite delicious actually! there's no need to go to the trouble of getting me a new one. That would be a big waste you know!" She said with urgency in her voice. Maybe it would have been better to voice her opinion after all.
She gave an amused smile and went on.
"I think I'm being spoiled though. This is my first sip of anything alcohol related, I'm sure I'll be let down with anything else that doesn't reach the bar this really great stuff has set." She hadn't noticed it, but a bit of the proper speech she had developed from the respect she held toward the used-to-be stranger was dying down slightly, his presence becoming a little more normal for her.

"Potatoes huh...I like butter, no sour cream, pepper, salt, and...steak sauce..." She slowed down a bit at the end, knowing that her love of steak sauce was a bit weird for the particular side dish. She gave an awkward chuckle before waiting for his reply.

The gentleman had paused a moment as he heard the words draw from her lips. Spoiled- perhaps she is being spoiled a bit- but it is alright, the bottle will have to be used one way or another by the time I end. He started to hum softly, letting his mind run as he listened, then formulated his reply. "Oh, no, you're far from being spoiled at all- why, there are bottles much nicer than this one, or at least in what someone would call a 'high end' wine. No, the bottle alone was one of a set of ten, my father was lucky enough to be there to claim one. You'd be surprised at how much trouble just one little bottle can stir up- father and I had been pestered for a whole year by wine experts for a sip of it, but we held through and offered a, 'yes, but no you may not,' answer."

His light chuckle teased the air as he strolled to the kitchen again, perusing for the items she requested, including the oddest of the bunch. Steak sauce- tis a new one- oh well, whatever floats her boat is fine by me. You've heard stranger, it could always be worse. He returned soon, placing the bottle gently before her, placing the rest of the garnishment about the table soon afterwords. He offered a small bow before slipping into his chair, grasping at his glass again, lifting the sweet liquid to his lips to feel its caress once more. "There we are Lady Natasha, one bottle of steak sauce, a dish of butter, as well as the twins Pepper and Salt."

He reached out his hand to his left, grasping a fine cloth napkin between his fingers, spreading the fabric out and bringing it towards him. The gentleman smiled as he tucked it under his collar, not wanting to get the rest of his garment dirty, this was a good measure of security to his clothing. Picking up his fork, once more on the left, he brought it to gently stab into the roast- following the fork with a knife, gingerly carving the meat, producing a piece of the tender delight. "Now, would we like some more my Lady, or is this enough," Limbo inquired, his orb twinkling as he gave a small gesture of offering to woman before him. Apparently he was waiting to serve himself.

Nastasha nodded at his words of wisdom toward wine.
Such a wine expert. She though in admiration.
"Thank you." She said as he placed the condiments for her potato before her. She gazed at the food in awe as he cut through it. She could tell the meat was quite tender by how easily he was cutting through. The juices dripped onto her plate as he placed the mouth-watering treat onto it. She smiled happily at the man.
"Mhmm that's enough. I have to make sure to watch my intake, ya know?" She said and patted her stomach lightly with a chuckle.
She made sure to place a napkin in her lap, just like how she had been taught when she was younger, and made sure to have the utensils she would be using ready and waiting on the right of her on the table. She stared down the glass of wine in front of her and vowed that she would finish it before the dinner was over. In order to that though, she had to move it away from her, she was known as a bit of klutz during meals so she didn't want to do anything to affect her image so drastically. She then began to "Nastasha proof" her area while thinking Limbo wasn't looking. Mumbling to herself where things should go all the while.
As she finished, she recalled the gentleman's recent story about the wine that sat before her (or rather 10 inches away from her) and couldn't help but give a little smirk at the thought of a sarcastic Limbo. he didn't seem the type so she found it very amusing.

"Hm- I really don't know about this- 'intake' you speak of," the man murmured softly, his lips curling into a small grin as he gazed at the woman before him. There was something about his eye, a certain sparkle arising from within as mischief, wonder, or impish playfulness over took it. It glittered as he continued, his amber orb closing sluggishly while he started to ramble. "You see, I was quite the sickly lad in my youth. I happened to miss most of the nutrients, vitamins, and overall flavor a hungry boy should have had. So now, I am starting late and catching up. This-."

The gentleman paused, grasping his fork firmly as he moved on to cut himself a hearty chunk of the roast, carefully dishing it to his plate. He then spliced it, cutting it once more to make his portion seem much smaller than it originally had been. "Is part of the reason I took up cooking- besides the nightmarish idea of starving myself due to not knowing how to make anything," at this he chuckled. Quite silly, running oneself into nothingness due to not wanting to learn anything, how could anyone get by with that attitude? "Though, even one recipe is better than none- no matter if it is the simplest loaf of bread, or the most exquisite spiral ham garnished in spices."

A spoon dove into the container of potatoes, scooping up a nice sized morsel to offer, Limbo humming as he offered the vegetable to his guest. "Now, how about one of these potatoes, to go with your steak sauce if I recall?" His grin grew wider as he recollected her request clearer, Ah yes, it has to be for the steak sauce, what else would the potato be for? It certainly isn't to look pretty- at least, I doubt they are pretty- but then again, one never knows.

As Limbo relayed to her about his past, she felt herself go weak. He continued to talk about the meal but she could only think of all the slip-ups she made since she arrived here.
"I'm sorry...here I am talking about watching what I eat and you're...wow I even talked about not liking to cook. You must think really badly of me right now." She put a hand to her mouth.
"And now I'm just assuming things! Why am I always like this!" Her voice showed much anger with herself. She accidentally banged the table with her knee, just enough to send her wine glass toppling over on the table, luckily, none of the fluid spilled onto the floor and only a bit got onto the table, the rest got all over her outfit. She gasped.
"Didn't he say this was a very rare wine?" She thought in shock.
Nastasha stood up abruptly and took a few napkins to the kitchen to wet them with warm water, she then wiped up the mess and took care of the napkins by throwing them away, ignoring any other thing around her. She realized that she made probably the worst impression on Limbo and began to tear up, but sucked it in and blinked the tears away harshly before curtsying briefly to the man.
"I'm really sorry, I think I should leave before I do anymore damage." She said with a great amount of certainty in her voice.
"I'll reimburse you! So please name your price!" She continued seriously, waiting for the man to tell her what amount he wanted for the wasted drink so she could leave and make sure to get it to him.

The man's right eyebrow raised as she started to talk, assumptions pouring out of her mouth like a trickling stream, constricting her thoughts with notions that he thought lowly of her now. Nonsense, he had just met the young lady only the other day, and her thoughts on cooking were far and few from the other concerns his mind would recall.

"Oh now, this would be the furthest from the truth lady Natasha," his hand gestured downwards, as if dismissing her suggestion, his voice rolling smoothly as he tried to calm her down. "What people do or do not like is hardly my concern, for I am but one man and cannot pass judgement on the whole world without judging myself." The gentleman started to trail on, but was interrupted as his table was bumped into, a rush of air leaving his lips as the wine glass started to lean.

It was as if time itself had slowed- a rare vintage, a well dressed girl, a nice table cloth, dinner- surely all of this was the perfect equation for an accident, he should have anticipated it and prepared. Burgundy liquid washed onto the fabric covering the table, splashing itself against his guest's clothing- he had to act fast, but the Lady was already on it. She rushed away, only to return with napkins, and started to wipe up the mess- which was hardly the way to clean up a wine spill. Instead of soaking up most of the drink it spread it further around the cloth, it was at that point the man stood up, producing from his pocket a white handkerchief.

She insisted she leave with a curtsey, suggesting worse might happen if she stayed, before offering to pay for the wine. His amber eye gazed upon her- absorbing the look on her face as he took a deep breath.

"If you'd please move aside Lady Natasha- the only thing this situation needs is blotting and salt, lots of salt- and if you want to save your clothing from the stain, I would suggest you get yourself a towel out of the bathroom." Limbo pressed the kerchief against the stain, dabbing it gently, working to try and pull what he could out of the liquid for a moment. He then grasped at the salt shaker he had placed on the table, giving it a more useful purpose than flavoring the dinner tonight. The bottom was popped off, the man giving it a shake to let it all flow, using his hand to spread the pile all over the mess.

"The salt will work to soak up and pull out the wine- it can do the same with your clothing, but you'll have to remove it for me to put anything on it- if you run to the bathroom, just around the corner of the kitchen, you can grab a towel for covering- I can get you something else to wear in the meantime. But you'll have to hurry, we can't give it too much time to set in."

His eye shifted to her own pair, a serious look holding steady in the orb as his mind set itself to the task at hand.

She watched on as Limbo acted quickly, taking the situation into his own hands and obviously doing a much better job than she. At the mention of taking her clothes off she became stiff. was there really a need for all that?
He assured her that he would get her another change of clothes but she had to be quick or else the stain would set in.
"I really don't want that..." She thought and nodded in compliance before heading to the bathroom.

The bath much resembled her own, as they did stay in an Inn. She did notice the many products use by a grown man in the bathroom. She could identify them easily due to seeing these same things in her brothers' bathroom while growing up.
Shaking the unimportant thought out of her head, she proceeded in taking off her clothing in a neat manner, folding the blouse and skirt loosely so they wouldn't look too bad.
She felt thankful that her undergarments were unsoiled and continued in wrapping herself in a towel that she found in the gentleman's bathroom cabinet. After wrapping it around her body, she tucked the top of the towel in and came out the bathroom.
She had at first thought that she would just leave the clothes on a chair near Limbo and just slink back to the bathroom, but she thought that would be a bit too rude of her and huffed with indecision as she partly rounded the corner back to the dining room; she peeked her head from behind the wall and kept the rest of her toweled body concealed out of pure embarrassment to the entire situation.
"I definitely screwed up..." She murmured in irritation as she watched him clean up the wine.