A Thought Experiment

Thank goodness I'm in no position to be part of it's schemes in the first place. I thank my station of birth just about every single day when I see the pain it's brought to you and Luce both, and then others too. Such a silly little thing to begin with. She laughed as she scooted aside, watching him up to his feet as she reached her hands up for assistance off the floor.

So you say about Madame Jardain, but I will not contest the assertions about the Granary, it does have the superior teas, and the spoons are the right size for tea. Jardain's spoons are just a little too big to be a proper tea spoons, but now you're talking wine and I know that I enjoy the bubbly type. But you're right, she paused, pointing at him as she nodded her head gently, anticipating the next, I should not drink on an empty stomach, nor when I have to be up in the morning for studies and running the laundry out to the laundress. The last time I tried to do one of Luce's good shirts from his suits, I may have accidentally set the stain instead of lifting it. She shrugged as she got to her own feet.

Not something I plan on recreating any time soon, but how was I supposed to know that particular fabric wasn't meant to have certain soaps used on it, this is why the laundress is the superior option in this case.

@René Louis Dumont