"That's not even the half of it, he is," Marguerite sighed trying to find the words she was looking for to describe the man that she held in such high esteem. "He's a wonder, he is said to have fooled even the most cunning of men. He is a marvel," she smiled before shaking herself out of it. "Do you really think so?" she asked Kit.

"In any case, what I am thinking of is using the Scarlet Pimpernel as inspiration for this place. There is nothing else I can think of that reminds me so much of home. I am thinking about getting some red flowers for the sill, too," she went on. "But what I would love your ideas on, is what is it that people would enjoy with their tea, or coffee, or even chocolate. I'm afraid I am quite behind with that thinking and some of this food is quite odd,"