Venetia's too enamored with the moment to truly be perturbed by her brother's interference. She watches his expression float about from one to the next like a little living moodboard, a painting of sorts. She could never capture his expressions well enough, though she's tried. He's exceptionally expressive and in this moment, there's no exception.
When Abel speaks directly to her, offering to keep things prepared for her, she's honestly touched, and surprised. No one's ever cared to learn anything about her. Not a single thing. Save for her brother and Farleigh. But everyone else just runs her over, having her pegged for some rich bitch blonde bimbo. There are many things that she is but, bimbo is not one of them and she resents society for painting her in such a terrible image. Society being her own mother, of course. She's heard Elspeth a time or two muttering about to the staff over Venetia's eating habits, or lack thereof. Her weight seemed to be a great discussion, she'd resigned long ago that her appearance would never be good enough, posh enough, thin enough.
Felix practically throws a tantrum, speaking directly to Abel with a coldness that Venetia simply will not abide by. She scoffs and shakes her head, but cannot help but follow it up with a bit of laughter as Felix truly leaves. Her eyes return to Abel, and appear a bit brighter. She pauses a moment before moving to stand beside him, her hand resting atop the one he has wrapped around the spoon to stir his sauce.
"Thank you." Vennie whispers. "your'e sweet." she concludes, standing on tip toes to press a kiss to his cheek.