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   There is a loud grunt of displeasure. “In an hour, then,” the Beast barks before turning on one heel and stalking off down the corridor, grumbling to themselves all the while. 

   When Jane finally appears in the dining room, the Beast is already seated at the head of the table, a claw-like hand drumming on the wood. Two plates of food are already laid out and the creature greets the woman with a scowl. “You’re late. The food is getting cold.”

        “Oh,” Jane says. She doesn’t apologize, though she does mutter a little as she seats herself, the feet of the high-backed chair scraping heavily on the floor as she drags it out. Once sitting, she stares at the plate. There’s three utensils on either side of it for a total of six, for one plate of food. She wonders if the Beast will use a fork or if she will eat with her claws or if she’ll eat at all. She wonders if the Beast’s mouth is large enough to swallow the food, maybe even the plate, whole. She wonders what day it is, and about saying Kiddush. She picks up the heavy goblet at her plateside and sees it’s full of deep red wine; she puts it back down.