Personally, I could have stood 3 more chapters of them lounging by the fire with Matthew gently caressing the fleshy area behind her knee...but that's just me.
I can't help but giggle at the typical description of the menu. "...Grilled eel, a delicious puree of lentils, salt cod in garlic sauce...and the entire fish that swam through a gelatinous sea of aspic..."
Oh my god - I think I just threw up in my mouth a little! And these heroines who go back in time are always all "Yum - aren't all the fish and small birds served with the feathers on so delightful?"
NO! They aren't delightful! They're disgusting...and you know it! Just ONCE I'd like a heroine from today to go back in time, take one look at that shit and say "OH my god - HOW am I going to EAT this fishy, slimy crap?!?"
Don't get me wrong. I'm not that picky of an eater. I like to try new things. I eat raw sushi. But some of the stuff they write about when all these people are time traveling is so disgusting, I can barely type about it without gagging.
Let's review Carol's 16th century tastes, shall we?
Ploughman's platter? Yes.
Meat and potatoes? Yes.
Grapes and cheese? Most definitely, yes.
Diana's "heart lifted as the laughter and music swelled". Yeah well my heart would have had to have been resuscitated because there is no way in hell I would eat any of that stuff - 16th century delicacy or not! I'd have been shooting Matthew dagger glances behind Philippe's head and whispering "You'd better get me an effing piece of bread and the biggest pewter cup of wine you can find; and bring me some butter, too!!!"