<div style="text-align: justify;">Sissy smiled to Shane before he left the entrance hall and watched Oscar for a moment or two. Her attention turned to Barbara when the woman spoke to her. Sissy had been raised working hard, and she had no problem at all doing the entire work. The house was big, but no matter how large a house was, there was the same number of dishes to wash, clothes to launder and meals to cook. And she would never ask Barbara to help. If the woman wanted to do something, though, Sissy would allow it easily, as she knew how it felt being idle when you were not used to it.<br/><br/>"Please, do just what you feel comfortable with", she replied kindly. "Your company alone is already a big help", Sissy completed sincerely.<br/><br/>When the woman said she was allergic to shellfish, Sissy nodded. "Oh, you don't really need to worry about that", she replied. "I'm from Texas, so I'm not really too used to eating seafood anyway. Back home we ate mostly red meat and chicken. Shane and I eat pretty much the same way I did back home", the young woman explained. "He seems to like it, but I can cook pretty much anything".<br/><br/>Motioning for Barbara to follow, she let the older woman to her kitchen. It was spacious and well-equiped, and it was clear on her expression Sissy was proud of it. She spoke as she opened the door to the backyard to improve the air circulation. "This place is off-limits for Shane", Sissy joked. "I absolutely love this kitchen, it has a lot of space for me to walk around while working", she explained. "Pots and pans are all here", she pointed to the pieces hanging from the ceiling. "The pantry and fridge are through that door, and we keep it well stocked so we always have whatever we usually eat. There is a farmer's market not too far on Wednesdays, and we get fresh produce whenever Shane can drive me, as I don't really drive yet. I would love if you would like to come with me, so we can pick whatever you like", Sissy offered.<br/><br/>Pausing for a moment, Sissy blushed and showed a shy smile.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, Barbara, I get a little carried away every now and then. Please, do tell me to stop when I start speaking too much".<br/><br/>After this request, Sissy opened the pantry.<br/><br/>"Would you like a cup of coffee or tea? Or would you simply like me to lead you to your room?", Sissy offered, her voice kind and soft.</div>