"The fact that you can do magic is amazing," said Alicia. "I mean, I cannever mind."
"No, tell me," urged Elaine.
It was a few weeks after Alicia had arrived. She had fallen into bakery work quite well. Offering to learn the ropes of baking, Elaine had set to teaching everything there was to know about the art and science of making beautiful, golden loaves of bread. Elizabeth had been impressed that she wanted to work.
"No offense, dearie, you simply look a bit like highborn class," she said. "Most of my experience with the highborn has not been pleasant. They would rather waste away than lift a finger to their mouths to feed themselves."
Alicia had blushed a deep scarlet in hearing those words.
"No, ma'am, I want to work. I want to be useful," she said.
"Well, grab an apron, and let us start baking!" Elaine's mother cried. She was a bit overjoyed to have an extra pair of hands in the kitchen, when it was difficult enough to get Daniel to focus on making one single loaf.