"Fiona darling, don't slump."

"I'm not slumping daddy," she replied, putting on her best pout face. She did however sit up straighter before sipping her tea. Her hands moved elegantly about her plate, cutting her meat with fine precision before taking the smallest bite to her lips. She even dabbed her mouth with her napkin, looking to please her father with the manners she had learned.

( And for heaven's sake Leopold, take your elbows off the table. )