She seemed reassured by the woman's relatively easy going attitude regarding cooking - part of her was still a little skittish from two summers ago, wherein her temporary 'Master' was also a very demanding chef. Turning her attention to her food when it arrived, she ate quietly, but with obvious relish - the trip had been long, and given he preferred her thin, Master hadn't seen a particular need to supply her with food, since the trip was long but hardly life threatening.<br/><br/>Then Madalyn asked the question she had been dreading, and her heart sank - part of her had been hoping she wasn't interested in her that way, or that she might escape that task in some other way.<br/><br/>"N...no. Not for anything more than making out with another girl while he watched. My...preferences...aren't in that direction." That was as clear as she could make it without being defiant - giving voice to the fact that she didn't want to do something, while acknowledging that desire was likely to be ignored.