<em>~Mila, after her first confessional (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=86345.msg4149660#msg4149660)~</em><br/><br/>Mila snuck back out of the Video Diary Room, relieved when she saw that nobody was in the hall.  She figured the others were up; it was only an hour until breakfast now.  She peeked into the dining room and saw that it was empty, and so she went into the kitchen.  "Good morning," she smiled at Catriona and... Mary, she thought the woman's name was.<br/><br/>"Good morning, dear," Mary said with a warm look, her brogue so thick Mila had to work to understand it.<br/><br/>"I wanted to see if I could help out," but even as she said the words, the older woman was already shaking her head.<br/><br/>The response came from Catriona.  "Nonsense.  You'll be cooking every day.  This morning, you just relax.  I'll be tellin' the same to anyone else who wanders in here, too.  Now, I won't be setting up breakfast for a few minutes yet, but pour yourself some coffee," she nodded at the carafe, "and get into the dining hall.  And yes, I'm quite sure.  Off with you, now."  Mila did as instructed, shooed out of the kitchen.  With a steaming mug of coffee in her hands, she went into the dining room and took a seat at the same chair she'd sat in at dinner the night before.<br/><br/>It wasn't long after that the hustle and bustle of the kitchen spilled over into the dining room, the women bringing in chafing dishes and setting the table.  Before she could even stand and offer her assistance, Catriona<em>tsked </em>her and shook her head.  And so Mila watched the activity with interest, smiling at the sheer amount of food being laid out for a handful of people, and waited for the others.