<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Vivianna Lawson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131094.msg5824390#msg5824390)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Mark's Kitchen<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, afternoon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mark<br/><br/>(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/V6-1.jpg)</div><br/>To top it all off, he had a gas stove! Of course, she'd expect nothing less. Vivianna had a distinct inkling that this man tended to have the best of everything in life. She sat on a chair, as he told her to, feeling as though she should at least be doing something to help. But she remained still as he moved about. The smells of the food began wafting in the air and she closed her eyes, reveling in each one. She opened her eyes as he talked to her, and admired his skill in cooking. He wanted her to tell him about herself. Well? Start talking! She demanded of herself.<br/><br/>"I, well, I..." What did he want to know? "I love to cook," she stated simply the first thing that came to her mind. What else did she love? "I also love to read and to play the cello," she thought of the reading room from earlier. "And I've taken singing lessons since I was a child." Her childhood. Oh she didn't want to bore him with that drama. She skipped it and moved on. "I've lived on my own since I was 18. I graduated college with a Masters in education but with the economy the way it is, I haven't really been able to put the degree to much use. Luckily, I found the job with Bailey and Banks. I bring them treats every morning I've baked myself. I love to cook for others. I love to entertain as well. I try to throw a dinner party at least once a month for my close friends. It's difficult to schedule around my job and volunteering. I volunteer most weekends," the food was nearly finished and her stomach growled with anticipation. She was rambling. She knew it but she hadn't seemed capable of stopping at the time. Now that the food was placed in front of her, she used that opportunity to stuff her face so she would shut up. She crossed her legs at the ankles, placed her napkin in her lap, and delicately placed each bite in her mouth, chewing politely before swallowing.<br/><br/>"This is delicious, Master," there, the title came a bit less awkward the second time. She smiled softly at its use. "Thank you."