He nods absently to the warning; there are similar, and unwritten, rules in places in the Courts as well. At least for the higher species of servants.

Jessica and food, all at the same time. Now, Merlin is old enough to understand and curb his own impulses, but ignoring such a tender morsel would ruin the game. So he waits until all of the plates and trenchers have been set down before pulling her into his lap and popping a carrot into her mouth before she can form a protest.

Son of Amber? Yes, we think so.