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Emile listens attentively to Barkley's words, and finds comfort in them. He seems certain that she is in good hands, and it makes Emile feel a lot more at-ease. His distinction between formal and casual was clear, something that Emile knows is commonplace among staff, though isn't quite sure how she knows such information. She clears the remaining tears which are about to break out, and nods with a newfound confidence. [color=deepskyblue]"Y-yes sir!"[/color] He is still her senior, so for now Emile decides it's best to regard Barkley with the respect and dignity one should deserve as a senior. She swiftly gets out of her chair, tucking it in behind her and taking the crumb-covered plate with her as the two explore the mansion together. 

To the north was a beautiful hall filled with artwork and plants, most of which Emile feels she cannot really name. Even so she admires their beauty for a moment, before tuning in to Barkley. His emphasis on the words 'normally' makes Emile feel a little uneasy - she wasn't normal, in that case, considering she stayed in a room upstairs! She chooses not to question it just yet, however, knowing Grian would likely explain his reasoning, and nods so they can press on. They pass by the coffee room without much of an explanation -- the brass nameplate on the door doing the explaining for her guide -- before stopping at the next door directly ahead of them. As Barkley explains, it is the first floor bathroom, which makes Emile mentally question how many floors and bathrooms there actually are. [color=deepskyblue]"D-definitely a good idea to know where that is, ehehe..."[/color] She mentally notes down that the bathroom is just beyond the coffee room, likely with a fresh set of clothes out front, before pressing forward toward the next and final room of the hall. As Barkley and the brass nameplates explains, the room is, in fact, a hot spa! Emile practically melts at the thought of having access to a hot spa, though regains her composure quickly, making sure to stay focused. 

The two make a return the dining hall, yet only briefly as they go through the doors which Grian had exited, and turn right. A wooden door lays before the two, and the blue-haired noblewoman looks to her guide for answers. As it so happens, this is the destination which she has been so anxious to see: 

The kitchen. 

Emile bows politely, before quickly taking his offer and walking inside the kitchen. 

Her eyes begin to sparkle as soon as she sees her new work space. 

The kitchen was HUGE! It looked as though it had just about anything one could need from a kitchen! Everything was so neatly put into place, all the cooking utensils looked so pristine and proper, and that oven! It excites Emile greatly as to what she can do with that oven! As Barkley reveals the pantry with all the ingredients, Emile's jaw drops for the second time of the tour; it appears as though he has an admirer. [color=deepskyblue]Whoa..."[/color] Is about the only thing Emile can say in her moment of admiration, her eyes still glistening with amazement. 

Barkley's words wake her up from her daydream-like state, and Emile seems to take a moment to process his words. He didn't seem like he would take 'no' for an answer. [color=deepskyblue]"Though I hate to admit it, I think I'm a bit... stinky. I will also require something to wear that doesn't look like a combat uniform... So, uh, yes sir, I will take you up on that offer! E-excuse me...!"[/color] With a polite bow, she backs towards the door and begins to close it, though pokes her head back through at the last minute. [color=deepskyblue]"Oh, umm, s-sir Barkley? Thank you for taking the time to teach me all this, and for showing me around...! I won't let you or Gri- m-mister Grian down! So, uh, yes... thank you!"[/color] Having said her piece, Emile gently closes the wooden door and breathes a sigh of relief, walking back towards the dining hall and the north-side exit. [color=deepskyblue][i]'I'm going to have to work really hard now to make up for what sir Barkley and sir Grian have done for me... As soon as I have this bath, I'm going to work as hard as I can so I can earn my keep! For now, though, a spa sounds nice...!'[/i][/color] She quickly manages the ensuing north hall and finds the end room on the left, titled 'spa room', quickly grabbing the uniform from the cart in the hallway before she enters. With a large smile on her face, Emile opens the door and steps inside...

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Emile steps outside the spa door and stretches, waking herself up in the process. Her body, still warm and somewhat steaming from the spa, feels much more relaxed now that she's had a bath. Her mind feels just as clear, as clarity finally enters her head for the first time since she woke up the other day. With a skip in her step and a fun little smile, Emile walks back down the hall wearing her new uniform. 

[color=deepskyblue][i]'It's funny, I thought that the uniform would feel really weird, but it's surprisingly comfortable. Not quite what I would pick on a day out, sure, but then again these are work clothes. I kind of wish the skirt was a little longer, though...'[/i][/color] The noblewoman-turned-maid looks down at the outfit in which she has been provided. She certainly never thought she herself would ever wear something like it. It is a little embarrassing for her, to be sure, however with her mind cleared of thought from the spa, it doesn't bother Emile too much. She guides herself across the dining hall once more swiftly, exiting in the direction of the kitchen, and cutting right to find the wooden door. Lightly, Pâtre raps on the door rhythmically, before poking her head through. [color=deepskyblue]"Excuse me...! Apologies if I took a bit too long, sir, but I'm all ready to learn how to cook now!"[/color] As she side steps through the door, it takes but a glance in her direction to tell she looks excited. At the very least she was enthusiastic about learning!

Pausing for a moment, Emile marvels at all the ingredients Barkley has prepared since she went to take a spa, awestruck. [color=deepskyblue]"Whoa...! You did all this while I was bathing...? I guess I'll have a lot to learn from here on out. Hopefully I can take some of the workload off of you - it must be a little difficult maintaining all of this by yourself, after all!"[/color] Her earnest concern for Barkley was transparent, and she shows him a gleeful smile to once again reinforce her enthusiasm. [color=deepskyblue]"I can't remember if I've ever cooked before, but I know it excites me, so either I really wanted to learn, or really enjoyed doing it! Either way, please teach me to the best of your ability so I can help repay both yourself and sir Grian!"[/color]