Well, you must remember that I was taught the courtesies for women of my class, not men of yours. I think mayhap Cesare would have more success in this. But when you bow...

[ She sets both mocha and brownie down without even trying them, standing now that her legs have had a chance to remember they're her legs and they will do as she wills. ]

You are making a reverence. The depth of it depends entirely on your status and that of the one you are paying it to. It can be a nod [ Like so, though hers is with a lady's flourish. ] on to a grave reverence. You must understand, I cannot properly show you how deep you would be expected to go before a king... [ She presses one hand to her belly, apologetically. ]