<div align="center">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/Clip%20Art/1313727097122522234548558.png) (http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/131372709712252974867050.jpg)</div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The smell of freshly baked sponge cake, and sweet jam filled the steamy kitchen, as Emma took special care in assembling tea for every inhabitant, not currently occupied, that lived under the Teahouses roof.  It was probably such a small thing, when viewed through the eyes of the 'upstairs,' but to the curly haired blond, it was an art form in and of itself.  Most of her day's were spent coordinating the staff, overseeing the various servants, checking, and than rechecking everything again, all so that the Teahouse ran smoothly.  But preparing the tea time refreshments was a task that was all hers, and because of this she worked extra hard to make it as perfectly as she possibly could.  From the loose leaves being brewed for tea, to the cakes, and finger foods presented for consumption.  She made sure that no detail was left out, and today, was definitely no exception.<br/><br/>She made quick work of studying each piece of silver, making sure that they were all polished to perfection, before being set down in it's proper place on each tray that awaited adornment.  The task itself, could have been done easily, since it had been part of her routine for as long as she had worked there, but the expression of deep concentration never faltered from her brow, even as she fought the cook for space around the oven and stoves.  As the last touches were being made, several maids came in, and were dispatched for deliveries in quick order.  The last tray was for Mister Ryan of course, and because of that, she spent extra attention making sure everything was perfectly placed.  When she was finally satisfied, she nodded at the young maid, and it was dispatched with a steady haste, in order to arrive promptly, and steaming hot.  <br/><br/>It was only when the task was done, that she allowed herself a heavy sigh, and a small rest on a wooden stool, her piercing blue eyes staring intently out the window.  Her long fingers smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress, even as her mind moved onto the tasks that needed doing in the next few moments.  There were still so many things that needed to be done, everything from putting fresh sheets on the recently 'laid in' beds, to making a physical inventory of all the linens and the silverware, that was currently not in use.  A lot of things would need to be done several times, and even than there was no real guarantee that the day would be over.  Repetitive, she thought with a small smile, and she found a certain comfort in that simple thought.  Her small respite was soon over though, and she was once again on her feet, her familiar form, once more traveling through the Teahouse in order to keep everything running efficiently, and without friction.</span></div><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong><em>Tag:</em></strong> Anyone</span></span></div>