Main Dorm, Kitchen, Tuesday morning
Nanny was apparently cooking up something delicious. There was a huge pot on the stove and every so often she'd take time away from a bit of knitting to go give it a stir.
Oddly, she never tasted it.
[ooc: Yes, it's the old chestnut about laundry in the cookpot. Nummy. And open. Off to work. Back in an hour or so.]
Oddly, she never tasted it.
[ooc: Yes, it's the old chestnut about laundry in the cookpot. Nummy. And open. Off to work. Back in an hour or so.]