Amora blinked her eyes open groggily, hearing someone wake her. She turned over to see Hilda smiling down at her. The hairs on her neck stood up, and she jumped out of bed, quickly trying to make herself look at least somewhat presentable. Hilda smirked, walking down to the kitchen with Amora following silently.<br/><br/>As soon as they entered the kitchen, Amora knew something was different; whether it was good or bad she couldn't tell yet. First of all, one of the male servants, a blue eyed, black haired young man, was giving her a look, a saucy grin. Her face turned slightly pink, though that may have been because she was tending the fire. "Hello miss!" She turned around to see he had approached her, looking her over with that cheeky grin of his. "Can I... help you?" she said quietly, somewhat confused as what he was trying to do.<br/><br/>"I'm Lotor, and I presume you're Amora?"<br/><br/>"Yes...?"<br/><br/>"I must say, you look very pretty while stoaking a fire." She blinked, not sure what to do. "Uh... thanks?" She thought she could hear someone snicker nearby, but she ignored it. "We... should get back to work." "It's hard to work with such a lovely woman here." What on earth is he doing?! she thought, looking around to try and find a way out of this. "Excuse me" she muttered, pushing past Lotor, and continuing with her job.<br/><br/>The cream puffs were finally done, no thanks to Lotor of course. All he had done was stared at her, unnerving her just as much as Hilda had the previous night. Amora carried out a tray of them, they smelled very good. She set it on the table, "Here you are, sir." she said smiling quietly.