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Emile nods her head confidently as Grian asks about how she'd learn as fast as required. [color=deepskyblue]"Y-yes sir! As fast as possible!"[/color] 

She doesn't like the grin he gives her as he stands up from his chair...

He has her on the edge of her seat, though when he says she needs to make food as good as [i]Barkley[/i], her heart slumps. She could cook certain things, easy things, but she hadn't had much outside experience in others tasting her food. After all, it was much easier to get some two-minute noodles and eat them, rather than make something extravagant for one. She always wanted to try it, sure, but to Barkley's level was a bit of a stretch. An hour before sunset was roughly five o'clock, and as she checks the grandfather clock nearby, she finds it reads almost midday! She is about to object, however he sends a warning which makes her soul shiver:

[color=00aeef]"Or else."[/color]

Just before he is about to leave, Emile manages to stand and bow, her formal training kicking in like instinct. [color=deepkyblue]"Y-yes sir! Th-thank you, sir!"[/color] The door swings to a close ever-so-silently, and Emile remains frozen in place for a good thirty seconds or so before falling back into her chair. [color=deepskyblue]"Oh no... I am so dead... Is he gonna eat me...?"[/color] The poor girl looks as though she's about to cry, before looking up at Barkley with innocent, child-like eyes. [color=deepskyblue]"D-does he really expect me to cook a-as good as you, M-Mister Barkley? I-I mean I know I said as fast as required but I really thought I'd have more time... Oh God, what am I going to do...?"[/color] The worry-wort noblewoman seems to be scared out of her wits, in desperate need of calming down. She likely won't be able to do anything in her present state, not without a more calm state-of-mind. [color=deepskyblue][i]'D-did I just try to employ myself for a bad man? O-oh no, what will mother and father think? They'll probably disown me! For that matter, who are mother and father? What am I doing here and where do I go? Ohh, this is such a mess! I wanna go home...'[/i][/color]

Emile sniffles as she wipes the corners of her eyes. [color=deepskyblue]"I-I'm not crying... I'm not..."[/color]