<strong>Who:</strong>Dahlia Stevens<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><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/>Dahlia turned from her work at the kitchen - not wanting another scolding from either Rogers or Torres, she gave him very little heed. All the same, she couldn't help but giggle a bit. She tried to stop it, to stifle it, but her shoulders hunched slightly and she turned her face away from him, closing her eyes. What in the heavens had the Henshaws picked out this time? Boy, it was true money didn't buy taste...yeesh.  She swallowed and went back to scrubbing. "What in the world are you supposed to be reporting for?" She leaned from him slightly, not exactly sure what to make of him. "Either way, I'm not the one you should be seeing." She motioned with a nod toward Mrs. Rogers and Sir Torres. "It's one of them you'll be needin to see. Not me..." Had it been her she wouldn't have had him in that outfit. That was damned sure...