"My, my, Sir Gillian, you're too bold..." Nero smirked as she took the key, carefully storing it in her maid apron. "I acknowledge you have a healthy interest in the flesh that these fancy wrappings hide, but to speak so boldly in front of your cute captain... I don't know what she will think." Nero jeered, as she straightened up, a hand carefully put in her hip. It was when she rolled her eyes, as she grabbed her skirt, and performing an extricate curtsy, excused herself.

"Fret not, I will visit you later, kind Sir... and I will give you what your heart most desires." Nero said, a slightly husky tingue in her voice, just like her sister would have done. Of course, she was referring to the earlier question the man had posed. But Fanilly wouldn't know that. Smiling widely internally, she was beginning to see [i]why[/i] her little sister had deigned to put some effort in entering this order, rather than the usual foolish attitude of hers which she had been reviled for in the past. "If you'll excuse me..."

She said, distancing herself from the assorted knights with decided, strong steps. She took several turns with grace and decision, as she opened the door of the kitchen. Sighing, she shrugged.

"Alright, maid for a day, this can't be that difficult. What was the recipe Liliwen used to make, the elven bread?" She said to herself, as she began to browse the assorted ingredients and tools.