Twenty
I did nap, setting an alarm for fifty minutes to just get in a power nap. When I arrived back in the kitchen, Roy had done a massive amount of prep work for me, and I found much of my mise en place completed.
Hours passed while I created plate after plate of hors d’oeuvres, some needing to chill or marinate for a few hours. I became entranced by my work, a one-woman show crafting, tasting, perfecting.
Roy bounced around me, barely on my radar as he made the crew meals. He had an hour off in the afternoon, and combined with the rest of the staff doing a comprehensive cleaning while Justin and Natasha were ashore, I had a blissful calm in the galley, and even when the Boyds returned, they only took a minor tea service from the staff that the stews could handle.
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