She left two barely sentient creatures in that room. It had taken mere minutes for her to turn those two intelligent girls into reflections of their baser forms, but it seemed doubtful they would have the heart to resist her now, after she had so swiftly found their achille's heel. She could still hear them in there, moaning and wriggling, a ways down the hall towards the kitchen. There, Kinnley would find Bridget sitting with a small frown on her face, the table laid out with breakfast. Still hot, in fact. The older woman looked up as she entered, and seeing the joyful expression couldn't help but smile a bit in return.<br/><br/><strong>"There y'are. I didn't here that much screechin' or wailin', you must've made a good first impression,"</strong>The mistress seemed rather fond of that joke, ironically,<strong>"Ye ready for a treat then? My special brown sugar glaze, a family recipe,"</strong>