<strong>Who:</strong>Dahlia Stevens<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;">Wet fingers brushed a bit of hair that escaped the thick braid back from her face, tucked behind an ear, leaving a line of moisture along the edge of it. "Dahlia, sir...And yourself?" God his outfit was horrible. Thankfully he wasn't hard to look at. The lady of the house more than likely picked this one...She seemed right up her alley. The bowl was picked up, the water soaking through part of the apron she wore as she moved past him with a brush of her body, moving to the area to start cutting them up - the counter opposite the sink. She picked up a knife and got to work, every so often, clearing the potatoes into the pot.</span></span>