The kitchen was right next to the dining room. I looked around. The plates with the leftovers Moira sent back were on the table, waiting to be cleaned. But nobody seemed to be around.
"Where is everybody?" I asked. "Who cooks the food?"
"This is a magical house," Arlene said. "While we do have servants, they can't stay here for long. They cook in a separate building, bring the food, and take the trays to clean up."
"And why do you have the kitchen, then?" I asked. It was a fully functional kitchen. It had everything the kitchen in the safe house I'd been staying at, and more.
"In case any of us wants to cook," Arlene shrugged. "Or make coffee or tea. We can't be calling the servants all the time. It's too inconvenient. And they don't work at night."
"Who cleans the house, then? And do
