Outside of London, in her travels for work or pleasure, Victoria had spent less time in the British Isles than elsewhere, understandably, having worked for MI6.

About to assure the girl she'd enjoy it, Victoria had to pause as servers made their way into the dining room bearing trays of food in the promised black. "I believe that's our cue to wonder over the chef's ingenuity," she said. "Are you ready to see whether it can compare to mountain woodchuck?"