Brook was placing a few platters of food on the table as Jenna came into the room. She smiled warmly at the woman. “Good morning to you. Help yourself to the coffee. I just found the sugar and creamer.”<br/><br/>After Jenna poured poured her own cup, Brook refilled her cup and took a seat. Everything was ready. The eggs and sausage were being kept warm under the platter covers and the biscuits were being kept toasty in the oven. She took a seat back at the table and pulled a knee up to her chest as she started to sip on her second cup of coffee.<br/><br/>At Jenna's compliment, Brook snorted, then rubbed at her eyes tiredly. “I couldn't find anything to make gravy for the biscuits, so it won't be that wonderful.”<br/><br/>She quickly answered Jenna's last question, since her attention was caught by something else the woman had said. “I had a lot of free time when I wasn't on shift, so I took some cooking classes. I only burned the food during the first class. Now what do you mean you never had a biscuit until you moved to Texas? How is that possible?”<br/><br/>Brook was looking Jenna up and down as if the woman was sort of alien being. She didn't even wait for the reply before she got up and grabbed an oven mitt. With well practiced moves, she took the biscuits from the oven and set the cookware on the table, then used a fork to set a biscuit on Jenna's plate. Sadly the only thing to go with it was butter.<br/><br/>