Daisy's back in the kitchen, always in the kitchen, but today she's accompanied by pen and paper as she scribbles her latest ideas for the next episode, so she might get a break. "Smells wonderful as always," she praises without even looking up.
"Thank you, Miss Adair," Ruth answered, glancing pointedly over her shoulder at the young woman as she scrubbed a saucepan over the sink, "There is plenty, as always."
Daisy glances up at that and gives Ruth a charming little smile, all full of mischief and pleasure. "Well, now, you know I'll get some the second my stomach growls."
Daisy looks up, secretly smiling and hiding that behind the page and by pressing her lips together, forming a very duck-like facade. "You don't have to be so nice to me, you know," she points out, idly twirling her pencil.
"If only that were true," she murmurs, voice rough as she looks up and sets her scripts aside. "So, tell me, Ruth," she invites. "How goes the trials of confidence?"
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