Jess slipped her fingers around Cyrus's collar as the dog took a couple steps forward and sniffed at the young man standing there. "I'm Jess. You'll want to talk with my grandpa." She turned her head to the side before calling, "Grandpa. There's a young man to see you." She turned back to Charlie. "The position is full time now. Grandpa just fired the other guy for being lazy and abusing my horses." She let go of Cyrus's rough leather collar. "Cyrus, can you bring Charlie to grandpa?" With a small woof, she heard his paws and the footsteps of the guy following. She walked to the kitchen and felt for the kettle.<br/>"Now, miss. What are you doing?" A thick accented woman's voice boomed from the direction of the pantry. Jess continued her search.<br/>"I'm trying to make tea. Don't worry, Helen. I can do it."<br/>The large woman bodily moved Jess from the stove. The smaller of the two stomped her foot and tried to hip check the bigger out of the way. It failed miserably but she got her point across.<br/>"Okay then." The elder lady huffed. "Don't blame me when ye burn ye hands."<br/>"Helen, I'm not going to burn my hands. I've done this before." Jess sighed.<br/><br/>Once the tea was ready, she carried it back to her grandpa and Charlie. Sitting on the piano bench she listened in to what they were saying.