[color=aba000][h3]Anton Bonheur - Chef [/h3][/color]

Anton smiled at the sound of Grace's voice. [color=aba000]"Seven, well that doesn't seem too bad."[/color] They had both arrived at the manor around the same time, and Anton had immediately taken a brotherly attitude with Grace, not only because she was small and cute, but also because they both struggled with their pasts. She had one that she could not remember, and he had one he would rather forget. 

Kest's response about the storm made Anton's smile falter for a moment, but his request for a scone quickly returned the grin. [color=aba000]"For you, Kest, anything. I'll save one for you too, little bird."[/color] 

With a mission now at hand, Anton hurried out of the dining room and towards the kitchen. The scones would be quick work with his nimble hands, and within half an hour, Anton would be able to put milk, fresh peaches, and the still warm scones on the table for the guests, making sure to save a few for his fellow workers.