In Oscar's Room
There is a gentle knock at the door, and after waiting a polite moment, it opens and reveals Fanter, tray in hand and with a cloth over his arm. He moves towards the table with the two steaming hot ducks, noting with an almost imperceptible frown that Oscar has had to pour his own drinks.
"Forgive my tardiness, my lady, gentlemen. Dinner is served."
Fanter begins expertly carving the first duck, laying slices of meat on plates and serving them as unobtrusively as possible so as not to stop the conversation.