It was funny; when he'd first entered the Valenduris house, he'd seen nothing but his grand surroundings. Now, as he entered the Laurent house, he saw nothing but his host. But he supposed he had to blink away eventually, and so he did so, gazing at the tea table laid out in the drawing room. "No, I'm not hu— is that chocolate cake?"

He immediately changed his mind about not being hungry. Quite disinclined and ignorant of social etiquette, Clue extended a finger to steal a corner of vanilla chocolate icing, and licked it from his fingertip. It was very tasty.

"Who was that?" he added, nodding at the door through which the maid had vanished.