It Pleases Her Rural Sensibility

"Hmm....this reminds me of the food I use to have at home.", Jorella observes nostalgically as she tears apart the gristle.

"Ehhh...this Champagne is...mmm...clearly only for refined palettes.", Jorella ads before flipping a gold coin into the girl's hand which she hardly catches.

"Now that's not for you! That's for the chef!", Jorella tells her slowly like a naughty child being scolded.

She wants to slap Jorella and tell her, "I am the chef, you dumb bitch! And if your refined palette likes my piss so much I got a whole bucket in the back!", but her breeding gets the better of her as she even curtsies while assuring Jorella, truthfully, she will ensure the chef gets it.

"Now don't think I forgot about you! Here you go, a shiny copper. Save 'em up and you might be rich like me some day!", Jorella gloats as she leans back in her rickety chair.

"Thanks...I can buy an apple...a hundred years ago."

But Jorella is too concerned with her new demand to listen, "I want something else while I finish my meal."