Benjamin laughed again, sorry that they couldn't have an actual conversation. Granted, this was a conversation of sorts. They were communicating through a medium that he would have never expected, but she couldn't see him and he felt as though some of the feeling he would have liked to convey got lost through the cold text that appeared on the screen. Perhaps the following day he'd be able to muster up enough energy. Perhaps if he made it a point to sit by the window all day they could have an extended conversation. He might even be able to speak. For the time being, however, he typed: No, I suppose there wouldn't have been. Our cook was very good and more than likely wouldn't let us eat anything that the lower classes would eat. Kind of silly, isn't it?