<strong>Who: </strong>Dahlia Stevens<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Kitchen<br/><strong>With: </strong>Mrs. Rogers, Sir Torres, William McGowin<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1<br/><strong>What:</strong>Preparing dinner<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">A brow was raised to him as she worked on the whipped potatoes for the canapes, stopping as he looked her over quite obviously. "I'm surprised you can smell anything other than the food in here." A glance toward Cook and Sir Torres - too busy to deal with the two of them, frantic at the start of the banquet about to begin, she leaned toward him, her lips almost touching his cheek. "I'd invite you to have a taste and figure it out on your own, but I have a feeling the guests might have their fill of you and leave nothing for the likes of me." Her voice was laced with a playful tone, only so close a moment before pulling away once more - one more look toward her superiors. <br/><br/>"I've work William. And I like working here...It's not your conventional home..." A bit of a grin lit her lips. "If there's any bit of you left, you'll find me here in the kitchen..." She brushed by him again - the touch of her body against his was certainly not an accident, simply a bit of a pattern it would seem. The girls the food would be laid out on should be arriving any moment...She looked forward to helping 'decorate' them when they took their places. Trays were stacked, heavy with different little items ready for them. </span></span>