<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_loh53zO4c91qfd1mco1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Willow<br/>Kitchen<br/>Armando</strong><br/><hr/>Willow knew where she was headed. The kitchen. All the staff there liked her. At least, that's what she believed. Willow was always nice to them, and had been since she was little.<br/><br/>She entered the kitchen and the aroma of fresh fruit and vegetables invaded her senses. She smiled. "Something smells good in here." Willow made her way over to the table the cook was working at. It always amazed her how fast he worked.