After he sat, he was thinking more on the food than of who his company was and what was expected of him. He could never forget he was lowborn, but he could sometimes forget who he was around. And so, hungry, he began to collect food for his plate, using nothing but his own hands, as he had so often did in the past. It did not quite occur to him that anything would be wrong with this. He thought only of tastes he had never experienced before and a stomach that had nothing in it, save a bit of bread and salt and the gruel from yesterday.