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Jun. 3rd, 2018 09:29 pmRegardless of whatever else Darrow throws at her, her job at the Gardens remains a merciful constant. Greta arrives early in the morning, well before most of the children are even awake. (Rising at an ungodly hour still comes naturally to her from her years of co-running a bakery, so she might as well put it to good use.) The halls are quiet and empty, unless one of the cats has come to greet her, and she's able to get started on breakfast without interruption.
More often than not, she's able to finish breakfast without interruption, too. But there are exceptions; any number of things might drive a child out of bed early, and it's not that unusual for said child to come down to the kitchen for some company (or a fortifying biscuit).
So, she's not terribly surprised when the door eases open while she's still in the middle of kneading dough, flour up to her elbows. "Good morning," she says, still focused on her work. "Breakfast is still a ways off, but if you want a snack, you'll have to rummage for it yours--" and then she looks up, realizes it's an unfamiliar lad whose found his way in, and blinks in surprise. "Oh, hello. Have we met?"
More often than not, she's able to finish breakfast without interruption, too. But there are exceptions; any number of things might drive a child out of bed early, and it's not that unusual for said child to come down to the kitchen for some company (or a fortifying biscuit).
So, she's not terribly surprised when the door eases open while she's still in the middle of kneading dough, flour up to her elbows. "Good morning," she says, still focused on her work. "Breakfast is still a ways off, but if you want a snack, you'll have to rummage for it yours--" and then she looks up, realizes it's an unfamiliar lad whose found his way in, and blinks in surprise. "Oh, hello. Have we met?"
