"Little ones! Food will be ready in about five minutes!"
Your call reverberates all throughout the manor, alerting the Dolls to mealtime.
It is a rare thing, for you to prepare their meals, but the dolls have been working exceptionally hard, lately. And given your most recent successes, you declared that it was past time they earned an earnest reward.
You pull a large, bloody hunk of red meat out from its packaging. You start cutting it into bite-sized strips, applying only minimal seasonings to the flesh. A little salt, a pinch of powdered onion, a pinch of pepper. You set it upon the flame, being prepared to pull it off soon -- the dolls like their meat quite rare.
Cups of tea are prepared for each doll -- chai for all, but a dollop of different honey in each cup; drawn from each doll's favorite flower.
Lastly, strawberries, blueberries and blackberries. Fresh from the gardens, hand-washed and placed upon a platter large enough to share.
Soon enough, you hear the pitter-patter of tiny porcelain feet, clad in tiny leather shoes -- and as you set down before your own plate, you feel yourself beaming in satisfaction. Through love and diligence was this table provided for, and through love and diligence shall you and your dolls sustain each other.