Kijani was glad that the girl didn't already know how to be a maid. It meant that she would have more freedom, and could basically make her own rules. The pay she wouldn't shirk on. She had the money to make it worth Feather's while, and keep her father happy. It wasn't until the girl started talking about stations and engines that Kijani realized she was somewhat... outclassing young Feather, in a few significant ways. She opened her mouth to politely correct the girl, but then Feather spoke again, this time with more helpful information. No shops, but a traveling merchant. It would have to do. Thank goodness she'd packed books. And then Feather made her puzzled again, because of course Seventh Day would be two days after Fifth Day... everyone knew that, or could at least work it out for themselves. Once young Feather had finished her little speech, Kijani put a smile on. Poor young girl seemed desperate to please. Kijani could deal with that- Feather was sweet. Simple, goodness knew, but sweet all the same. Perhaps she could teach the girl a thing or two, starting with vocabulary.

“Thank you, Feather, for all of your helpful information. We're going to get along quite well.” She paused. Feather seemed quite young, and unsure of the formal rules of class and station. Maybe this would be to her advantage. “I would appreciate to learn from you, Feather. Such things that I could not learn myself. Cooking and such.” She smiled, warmly. “I hope we can learn to be friends.” It didn't seem quite right for her to trick someone as... mild as Feather seemed to be. It would just be too easy, like playing pranks on a young child. It took most of the fun out of things. So perhaps she'd simply ask Feather for what she wanted, instead of sneaking around.

Turning her gaze back to the two men at the house, she frowned slightly. The conversation seemed to be over, as the man known as “Vinegar” was up and moving around. Though he seemed to be doing that moving under some duress.

“Feather, what do you know about our host?”