<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/144a/f/2016/179/9/f/llyra_whitebirch_by_jeflint-da80fm7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rose Dandy-Ba<br/><strong>Time:</strong>10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Celeste's Villa, Onyx's bedroom --> Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open;<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Time was something that was kinda of subjective to Rose and after she'd worked her way out of the bed which had been a fair amount of wiggling and groaning since to her it was middle of the night still. It wasn't that she didn't like sleep with Onyx, she was glad to have a place to sleep and her Mistress generally tried to tucker her out, something she did well, but if she'd been given her choice she'd have slept in her lab. She felt most at home in her lab. With the hammock strung up in the corner and the smell of grease and the access to the noise canceling gear she'd managed to construct for herself. It was the only place she could truly sleep without constantly waking for the odd noises she didn't have. And so, with surprising grace for the nocturnal inventor she slid from the perch she'd taken on Onyx's bed and onto the ground. Half stumbling and half shuffling she pulled on a dress instead of a smock, yawned and headed towards the closet to begin her daily duties of cleaning and tending to the family.<br/><br/>Mop and bucket in hand. Task one, it was midnight was the bathing area. But she needed to prepare the lunches for the training gladiators. Still half asleep from her long night of trying to sleep comfortably with Rose bumped into a column. "Sorry," she mumbled stepping around person she'd thought she'd stepped into and into the training yard for a bit. On she continued into the kitchen, placing the cleaning utensils against the wall and started making the tart drink that she'd grown to love. An idea of brewing beans into a dark brew gave her energy. Something she just about lived on. As the coffee brewed she moved towards the knives, starting to carve off the slices of meats that were the predators enjoyed. She was technically a predator but she'd learned to subsist on other meals, usually things that weren't going to be as hard to catch like fruits. And of course, Izzy. The new herbivore that was in the group. She would need to chop and prepare a salad and fruits for the doe. Picking up the skillet she yawned and began to melt butter into the skillet.<br/><br/>It had always struck Rose as odd that they considered her worthy of something like this. And her first few meals had been almost too much for the group. But she'd learned quickly and knew what to mix and how, using her sense of smell to detect when she'd put too much into a particular type. The breads were already ready from yesterday thankfully, she would only need to cut. And as she set about her task, she swayed and hummed, her tiny form shuffling around the kitchen stopping occasionally by the brewer she'd created and checking for the black nectar.<br/><br/>Sandwiches. Today she was making sandwiches. She would need to head to the market for the dinner but that could come after cleaning the house. It made more sense to clean everyday to stay ahead of it. And of course while she cleaned she thought of ways to make it better. The mop that emptied into the bucket. She couldn't wait until the Alpha gave her permission to install tubes that could suck dirt away. She stopped, sighing as she did the mental calculations needed to do the map. Too much and it'd be a gun, not enough and it'd get stuck somewhere. Still... that was what she wanted to do. Why would anyone want to fight when they could invent?<br/><br/>Taking a deep gulp of the steaming black liquid Rose's mismatched eyes perked up. "Lunch! Right! Serving lunch!" She began moving the trays and platters towards the eating table, which would take her a few minutes by herself. She was pretty sure everyone would want to eat next to the sparring area. She hoped Celesta picked her early so she could get thrown around and then go back to doing her chores. Maybe if she was lucky she'd have enough time to work on that potion thrower she'd told Rein about. She stopped, eyes closed dreamily as she thought about that. Oh what a glorious idea that would be. She figured she should find the Alpha and Beta's to let them know that she'd made food for them. Onyx would probably be perched on high. She didn't know where Celesta would be at this time of night. She really wished they'd let her stay up when it was her day. The sun was way to bright for her.