Snippet #2462618

Taking a final look at herself in the mirror, Tanzy smoothed out her crisp white apron and arranged it so it was perfectly even. There. Now she was officially presentable. Humming softly to herself, the young woman finally left her modest quarters to begin her day in the kitchen.

The smell of a nice, warm breakfast reached her nose, a hint of a smile appearing as another maid, Anise, set about preparing food for the occupants of the manor. Often times Tanzy would assist in the cooking, but the ebony haired girl had beaten her to it. Ah well. She seemed to enjoy doing such a task anyway, so who was she to deny the fellow maid? Before any greetings could be exchanged, Anise hurried off without noticing Tanzy in the opposite doorway.

It seemed she had just put the finishing touches upon the dining room table, eerything the picture of perfection. Except...No, that wasn't quite right. The knife on the third place setting was slightly off. Tanzy automatically fixed it, arranging it perfectly straight. There.

As the clock chimed, Tanzy jumped, nearly messing up the perfection at the unexpectedness. Oh, she really had to get used to a grandfather clock. Something important was happening today. Oh yes, a meeting of sorts if she recalled correctly. Tanzy moved into the kitchen once more, pleased to see a pot of tea was already brewing. Good Anise, she had thought ahead. But that apron!

Tanzy paused mid-hum, lifting the cast aside apron and hanging it with care, dusting a crumb from it. There, fixed. She had nothing against Anise, and she knew the girl would most likely feel as if Tanzy was criticizing her, daring to subtley accuse the fellow female of being inferior or inadequate. This was not the case, she simply felt compelled to fix things. Of course, this did slow her down considerably at times...

Swiftly gathering a tray, she placed the teapot and cups upon the rolling serving cart, following it up with a cream pitcher, a bowl of sugar, and tea strainers. All set. Taking care to not let anything jostle, the girl led the offerring to the drawing room.

Oh dear, it seemed she was the second to last to arrive. Hopefully her family would not suffer for this in the pay. Tanzy bowed her head in greeting, tea tray pushed in front of her.

"Forgive my lateness...I shall be more careful next time." she apologized softly, still unsure about these employers of hers. They were different, and she found them hard to decipher. Well, she suppossed that was none of her concern.

"Would any of the masters desire some tea?" she asked.