Maggie should have felt happier than she did to be dismissed to her own devices.  She was an intelligent sort, despite the ignorance of her station, and could tell the situation was just as tense as it was foreboding.  But she was also Maggie, and this has just been getting interesting.  For better or worse.<br/><br/>She courtesyed when dismissed, conscious of how sleepy she was.  The funeral was not too far from now, and if she didn't get a nap in soon, she'd be yawning during it.  She smiled inwardly, that she could reason sleep into a priority.  Still, she wished her perceptions of time weren't still distorted by the auras of Anyx and Andrew.  As it was, she didn't know if she had long enough for a nap to matter.<br/><br/>She walked slowly, curious if the Captain was going to pull her aside.  What she had to tell him could wait until after the funeral, to be honest, and there were a few things still to be attended to, on her part, to make ready.  She didn't feel like wasting the Captain's time, or dragging out a confrontation she didn't want to have, so she would parlay with him for a few moments if he asked her then.<br/><br/>Barring that, she moved quickly down to the kitchens, curious to find Lila hovering over a batch of piping hot pastries.  She moved in near to one, sniffing and examining the ingredients.  In her ear, she thought she heard a small, delighted voice, which she dismissed with a grin.<br/><br/>"Endorel made these tha' quick?"  Maggie asked, very impressed, sniffing again.  There was something in it she was trying to place, but the smell mingled with the apples made it difficult to discern.  The larger cake was a creation that made her jealous to look at!  She muttered something under her breath, lamenting about being a wreck in the kitchen, before she stood up with a smile and conferred about what needed to be done.<br/><br/>Lila was concerned about Maggie's sleep schedule, and so she told her that most of the floral work, and what manner of arranging there needed to be, was already well in hand.  The only thing she wanted Maggie to do was confer with Endorel, if he wanted music, and make sure she got some rest.  The two bickered pleasantly for a moment on the subject:  Maggie was the more willful of the pair, and hated any situation where she was given<em>less</em>to do.  But Lila had a way of making sense when she knew she was right.  In a few minutes, Maggie was heading for the stables, biting her lower lip at the thought of playing in such context.  Not that it would be the first time she'd done so, but a spirit like Maggie's was ill at ease in funerals.<br/><br/>"Hey, there!" she called to Endroel, beaming sleepily as she approached the stables.  "Oi'm sent t' ask ye if ye wan' eeny particular song t' be played.  Oi usually go wit' a harp for these koinds o' thins.  Oi remember tha' song yoor father loiked so much, but Oi figured I'd ask."  She gives him a hug, whispering in his ear:  "You got some serious compliments on yoor pastries.  Oi know a bunch tha' might loik one sometime."  In fact, thought Maggie to herself, it might be just the sort of bribe she needed to get their help.  But she didn't say so.<br/><br/>She looked over to bale of hay nearby, suddenly aware that between being sleepy, stressed, comforting, and impressed with his cooking, she was getting some strange thoughts.  She broke off the hug and continued talking with him, hoping he didn't catch that.  That wouldn't please Lila much at all.