Molly smirked slightly as she went about tending to the meal and the rest of her duties within the kitchen. Amon and Ser Carver had very different out looks on how such things were handled.

	"I like Amons idea," she quipped as she prepared several bowls of stew. Placing one each in front of Ser Carver and Amon. The third was placed on a tray. Before their impetuous thief she placed a cracked plate with what looked to be several day old hardened bread and what may have been called a stew if it were a week younger.

	"There," she said as she turned her back on the situation to let them hash it out between themselves before she confronted the king about the break in and went back to preparing the tray of food.

	"Molly..." The Lady Amalthea whispered as stepped into view at the archway of the kitchen. Though she still held the same grace and poise she always did it was clear by her eyes that she was disturbed about something. Her fingers fidgetted with the folds of her gown as she took a step forward.

	"M'Lady, what happened?" Molly asked concerned as she hurried over to her.

	"He's mad..." was all she would say and Molly nodded, a look of understanding falling over her features as she took the ladys hand and squeezed gently.