Nosy servants were one of her most useful tools in doing her job.  Of course Emma did what was asked, and expected of her, but it was only through listening to the babbling of servant's, that she knew when to take the iniative and prepare things people needed, without having to be told.  In this case, it was an aggitated servant girl, who bustled into the kitchen, wringing her hands in a way everyone knew Emma hated; she wasn't one to encourage such useless actions, which showed an easily distraught personality.  The servant's name was Lily, and of course she was one of those who fancied themselves in love with one or more of the whores.  She wanted to roll her eyes at that, but kept such a distasteful expression from her face.  Instead, she listened as the girl went on and on about how her favorite was agitated over something, how she had been walking by the sitting room, and spotted him looking less than cool with Lessard.  Emma sighed over this, knowing that if it had been her, that had seen such a scene, she would have already started brewing some of their more calming blends.  There was nothing like a nice hot cuppa to soothe whatever was ailing you.<br/><br/>So snapping out orders that would send the gossiping girls back to work, she, herself, turned to prepare the tea.  Knowing that in some cases, the residents preferred her over the...less discrete servants.  It didn't take very long for the tea to be done, and a few biscuites to be laid out, before she took the tray herself, and carried it to the sitting room.  The tray wasn't light, but she managed her customary knock, before silently entering the room, and setting down the set.  Standing ready, since she was the only lady in the room, and would be expected to poor for them.