[Open Post] Don't Worry, it's not poisoned...
Due to all of the the pent up nervous energy Aramat has gained in the few weeks watching out for Anita and her Allies, those water and fire dreams, scouting out good first specimens for the basement, and trying desperately not to lose her mind; she has been in a daze of lithium shots every morning, whiskey, opium, and lurid visits to the basement lab as of late.
However, Aramat decided to make herself useful today and has ingrained herself in the kitchen for the past five hours. Clad in a simple grey dress with a apron over it; she has been busy chopping, stirring , sifting, boiling, frying, and baking a feast for the the mansions residents. The menu is rather simple fare that Aramat grew up with. Fried Catfish, Honey Glazed Ham, Black Eyed Peas, Okra with homemade Tomato Sauce and Shrimp, Cornbread, and Sweet Potato Pie for dessert. It's not meant to be eaten everyday, and health huts be warned!
As of this moment, the is setting the table with the best tablecloth and silverware. She had just gotten finished creating a flower arrangement that sits on the center of the table.
She takes off her apron, sits down upon one of the chair and smiles. She may be without sanity, but she can still cook.
Feel free to help yourself to some good southern cooking. Aramat is rather exhausted from all that cooking, but she can still talk and be friendly, (or creepy.)