Finally deciding what she wanted, Rozalin glanced around for a moment until it hit her. Wait... There was a fact about a buffet she'd forgotten about entirely. You had to serve yourself, didn't you? Well, how uncouth. She wasn't sure how she liked the idea of having to do this herself.

She didn't see any servers anywhere however, and as her stomach gave another reminder that she was hungry, she finally gave in and reached for a pair of tongs to attempt to claim a piece of what looked like roast beef.

Of course, the keyword there was try. Her expression shifted to one of annoyance as the meat repeatedly slipped from between the tongs. How did servants do this so easily?