*Odette*
As I drag the brush through Rosie's mane, I marvel at my own contentment, amused that I fought so hard against believing I was actually a servant. While none of my cooking lessons seem to bring forth any memories, I am mastering the task, and I can scarcely wait to serve this evening's meal to Lupo.
I am purchasing little odds and ends for the residence, but I want to speak with him about purchasing more. I want to make his residence more homey even if it means more dusting and tidying for me. I don't mind it so much, well, most of it, anyway. The windows still need cleaning, and I don't fancy the scrubbing and polishing of floors. I will suggest we hire someone to assist me as the chores increase. It seems only fair.
"Is that your brush you're using?"
Jumping only a little a
