Her expression grew a little more nervous as the amount of time she had in the day to see to chores was cut from "Until I get home" like it had been for her Master - who worked full time - to 11 AM. But she nodded softly, looking reassured at the promise that she wouldn't be hurt badly - none of the people who had taken her in had been cruel to her, but some of the training she had done had been agonizing.<br/><br/>She smiled softly at the mention of the journal, liking the idea of that, nodding obediently before their conversation, such as it was, continued.<br/><br/>"I...I don't have anything besides what you found me in, so thank you for the clothing." She blushed softly, nodding at her preferences for breakfast. She thought for a moment, composing a few meals in her head, before continuing.<br/><br/>"How do you feel about chicken or fish? Any allergies or sensitivities I should know about? Is there a particular ethnic cuisine that you like?" She blushed again, realizing it was something of a torrent of questions, and lowered her eyes. "He sent me to a chef one summer, it's...it's something I like to do. Something that lets me feel like I'm a good girl." The last two words had a slightly different tone, and  Madalyn might be able to guess what her Master's most frequent praise for her was. She was also pointedly avoiding anything sexual, though whether that was her inclination, nervousness, or just the setting was unclear.