The nun grabbed her, both hands settling on her shoulders and forcing her t change direction. She wanted to go hide somewhere preferable in the library and try reading the books with out the commentary that she read like a 9 year old. And how she should improve it.

The nun lead her to the kitchen. She was smiling so knowingly at her. Did she found out that she stole food?
But the words that came out surprised her.
"Gabriel this young girl has a good talent for cooking and we thought she do better in here and being taught then out there and creating trouble" 
She blinked and looked around the kitchen. There was a man there. 

"so Miss, Tamara Houshound what can you cook?" He asked her as the nun escaped. Leaving her here, typical adults just trowing away her like trash. Giving her away to e taken care by another because they didnt want to be bothered by her.
She frowned, she didint introduced but it could be just as well that the nun have informed him about her.
'' Nothing. I cannot cook.'' She lied, hands crossing over her chest. Her eyes critically looking at him. '' And you are Gabriel? Thats so church like name. And you are working in one. '' She suppressed a laugh looking away, regaining the frown. 

She didnt want to cook for anyone, especially not for the grown ups who were commanding in her eyes. Tamara felt way too much in a cage. '' So what did the nuns told you about me beside my name? Did they tell you I am a really horrible person? Difficult or what? Not even the need to tell me. Just let me go in my room. ''

She would just miss the lunch and dinner and in the night sneak out to cook for herself again. She decide on it. And this Gabriel person, she hoped will not be difficult and just let her go. If he goes commanding on her, she will try to get the shore over as fast as possible.