Kurumi's eyes widened as more food came out. If she ate all of this, someone was going to have to carry her up to her common room because she was pretty sure she was going to be sick from it all. Not to mention that all these desserts looked like they were far too rich for her taste buds to be able to handle. When they arrived at her table, Kurumi gently set it to the side closer to Jonathan in case he wanted it. She couldn't just let it go to waste like that. The house elves had worked too hard for it.

But...she really was going to explode if she ate any more.

Ignoring the dessert for not, Kurumi looked up when the next question was ask. Hmm...maybe this was the same custom as it was in her country? Everything else had been, well, not despite her growing up non-magical. Kurumi raised her hand. "A gentleman is expected to stand up whenever a lady leaves the table or comes back," she said. It was the same with her family's dinner parties and had been the case at one sort of formal party at Jonathan's. Kurumi's father often called it a choreographed way of saying, 'I think you're worthy of me getting to my feet.'