Freya held the paper out in front of herself at James, awaiting a response which she did in fact receive. She noticed the slight corners of his mouth turned upwards, and caused her to smile even wider. She wouldn’t draw too much attention to this though, because she knew as soon as she mentioned it he would try to stifle it if even just a little. She enjoyed seeing small bits of James’ exterior fade for if only a moment. It was almost like a game, if you will. She loved focusing on details, and even the slightest change in behavior from any of the help around the manor was picked up by her. She was very attentive and she saw this as a good and bad thing. 

James complimented her, and she nodded, lowering the paper as she carefully tucked it into the pocket of her thin house sweater. [color=0072bc][b]“Breakfast…?”[/b][/color] Freya’s stomach growled at the mere mention of food. [color=0072bc][b]“Oh my gosh!”[/b][/color] She flushed, embarrassed. [color=0072bc][b]“I guess…I guess I didn’t realize I was hungry since I was putting all my energy into getting these results…”[/b][/color] She laughed lightly, as she rubbed her arm gingerly. James didn’t seem to give her much flack for her stomach thankfully, as they both made their way down the hall and into the dining area. The dining room had to be one of her favorite places to be. She could always smell what was going on in the kitchen, and had a room specifically converted so she would be able to see what was going on inside the kitchen while she was working on a piece of art or something  trivial of that matter.

She entered the room first, James not that far behind her and smiled towards him as he pulled out her chair. [color=0072bc][b]“Thank you, James.”[/b][/color] She was pushed back towards the table, and she eagerly looked at the silver tray that he had placed before her. As soon as the lid was removed, she breathed a sigh of content.  It smelled divine – she could practically hear the French toast still sizzling softly. [color=0072bc][b]“Oh James, this looks amazing. You never fail to amaze me with what you can do with food!”[/b][/color] She commented in wonderment, as she picked up the apple rose. [color=0072bc][b]“This is just..it’s too pretty to eat! James, how can you expect me to eat this when it’s so pretty?”[/b][/color] She whined slightly. It was true, though. James truly was an artist when it came to presentation. [color=0072bc][b]“I hope you can forgive me for eating it…”[/b][/color] She bit her lip – a nervous tick as she placed the apple back down and as she poured a healthy amount of syrup over her French toast, she tilted her head. [color=0072bc][b]“Why did you give me hot chocolate and orange juice this morning, James?”[/b][/color] She asked as she cut a piece of her toast and took a bite, enjoying the light and fluffy texture. Freya was not one for caffeinated beverages, like coffee – unlike her father who could not seem to function without the caffeine running through his system. She was fairly certain it was because he wanted to give her a variety, but she wanted to ask anyway.