"It isn't so much my hands as my dress that worries me." Rozalin's outfit was rather more elaborate than what most people wore for 'laying around' in, which seemed to have been her primary activity-though judging by the book on the couch, she had also been reading about bees of all things. But the fine fabric did seem something worthy of not wanting to stain-even if there was a rather large amount of bare skin jutting out.

But on the other hand, taboo was not a word to throw around lightly. So Rozalin turned to rummage around for a pie server, face lightly lined by concentration before she lifted a slice out and delicately placed it on the plate. "Yes, I can see that now. They really did pile it on, didn't they?"

Well, it seemed like there was only one thing to do-lean forward, lift it up, and take a bite. Even if that meant that Adell might get a better look at her than he had imagined he would.