<div class="floatright">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/8862722/683full-stefania-ferrario.jpg)</div><strong>Tegan</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1FKWlLJvC_oh4u6S6ioDxHYG-XuO8dqHrxOY6hvL5Az0/edit)<br/><br/>She watched the little ones rush off as she picked up a cinnamon-bun for herself, biting into it with a sort of pleased groan as the damned thing was practically fresh from the oven. Muffling out a "Well..." before pausing and actually finishing her mouthful as not to spray crumbs. Then she continued. "...like a beast of burden, as they should at that age."<br/>The bun was left forgotten in her hand for a moment as she watched Amanda. This place was run differently, something she had caught on to quickly once she relaxed enough and hence she didn't hesitate to ask when the question lingered in her mind. "To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit?" It was in no way meant as disrespectful, but if there was something in particular on Amanda's agenda she was simply ready to do what needed to be done.<br/>Meanwhile she took another bite of the bun.