Preeti really didn't know what to say when he talked about cooking for her.  The only people that cooked for her were the house keepers that came in and cooked a few meals for her for the times she didn't want to go to the dining hall.  When he placed the food on the counter and she got up and grabbed the plate and went and sat back where she was.<br/><br/>She took the fork and began to play with her food taking little bite her and there.  She kept glancing up and watching Naturi wanting to say something, but not sure.  He had said some pretty hateful things to her and of course he was right.<br/><br/>"Thank you for the breakfast"  Preeti said nicely as she continued to play with her food. "But you still don't have to always cook for me, your not my servant."  She still said to her plate.<br/><br/>Servants were the ones who waited on her and cleaned her room, she never had anyone that did anything for her unless they expected something from her.<br/><br/>"Maybe you can teach me to cook."  Preeti thought maybe she would extend a olive branch back to him<br/><br/>"I can show you around if you want.  I mean if you can stand me long enough to be seen with me."  Preeti said softly.<br/><br/>Most of this was feeling that he hated her because he said so, no one had truly hated her to her face before so she was feeling really bad for the moment as she looked at the scar on her arm.