<strong>Who:</strong>Dahlia Stevens<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><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/>The Scot was certainly working his lines and she gave a glance toward Mrs. Rogers working with some of the scullery girls to get the food ready for the living platters. William moved closer to her and she straightened slightly, but not coldly - quite the opposite, simply aware of his closeness.<br/><br/>When he mentioned 'heavenly scent' she remembered the roast. "More than likely my life on the line..." the words spoken to him in response to his question. Her head would be set out on the chopping block if it was over done. She moved past him with a brief touch once more and a turn of her green eyes up to him before taking up the gloves that were very much too big for her, looking in on the main course. It was perfect, the scent filling the kitchen even more, blending in with all the other scents. She lifted it out, taking a bit of strength to do so. Cook bought the largest cut of meat she could find for this it seemed. Red potatoes and carrots soaking in the dark juices, heavily set upon the top of the wood block on the counter. "Roast is done Mrs. Rogers...I'm almost through with the potatoes." The gloves removed and set beside the pan with the roast before she moved back to her previous work, the knife picked up once more as she made quick work of the potatoes before sliding them into a waiting pot of water, already boiling on the stove.