Kitchen > Dining Hall.  7:30.<br/><br/>Terri gave the kitchen a twice over before moving toward the dining hall, making sure that things would at least be easy to clean before the next meal service.  Satisfied that it was the best it could be, she took a deep breath and moved toward the dining hall, pushing an assortment of dishes for the rest of the maids in a small cart, each one hooded by a silver cover.<br/><br/>She looked about the room, barely surprised anymore as she slowly made her way around the table, serving each maid in turn.  Once she had reached the final tray, she took her own seat at the end of the table.  She tried to focus on the food, only looking up across the table at Nanael during a rather flashy moment.  She quickly put her head down with another flush of red across her cheeks.<br/><br/>"...Just..."  she slowly stammered out as she seemed to eat faster.  "M-make sure you don't catch colds.  We need all the maids in good condition if we're going to live up to the Mistresses expectations.."<br/><br/>She was inwardly disappointed the mistress wasn't there to dine with them, but knew she had no control over the Mistresses activities.  As time went on she began to push her food around more than eat it.<br/>