Tabitha chuckled. "Oh, a bit of both. It's not hard to get Gyrus to play nasty when I want him to." She sat in one of the chairs, setting her napkin on her lap. "Elizabeth, you may have the usual bread and milk. Under the child learns to stop fighting, she will starve. And do tell those rats at the door to stop begging. It's unbecoming."
Rachel stood by as a servant throughout the meal by Tabitha's orders. Her mind, however, was not on her work. Since they'd served, she'd been formulating plans to get out. Few had any sense to them, but it never hurt to plan (Used to anyway).