Phillip opened his door to smile at Amy cheerfully. Always with the smile..."No, no, please. I should have realized your financial situation. I guess that's why you're a maid in the first place...anyway, I'm sorry to distract you from your work like that. I should have known better of your background. I did hire you after all." Shrugging the misgivings off, Phillip walked off in the direction of the kitchen and beckoning for her to follow him. 

"As far as I know, I don't have any allergies...hmm....since you've never had any real fun before, how about I help you with the cooking? That way I can make exactly what I want. Sound like a plan?" A few hallways-and maybe some stair cases-later, Phillip led his maid to the kitchen. The place looked like it belonged to a fine dining establishment instead of an actual home. Then again, this place [i]was[/i] a rather expensive mansion to begin with. The kitchen practically had everything any food advocate could possibly dream and desire for and then some. Knives of all kinds, ingredients of all smells and sizes, and even a toaster without a plug!

"Well, will this do? Since we'll be working together on this, I figured you could at least teach me some of your tricks...ok a lot...ok all of it...please teach me how to cook." Phillip's entire aura seemed to gleam with newfound excitement and obvious enthusiasm. "See, this way it's not a total waste of your time and I get to learn something so I don't rely on you forever! Well, sounds fun, right?"