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*Leana starting to make bread/instructing a few kitchen staff what to do*

“The tablecloth’s a bit unwieldy.” Though it might be good for bandages. “Do you have smaller bags? Five of them, about the size of summer skirts?” *some ladies scurry to get pillowcases, thinking they’ll be fine…*

Leana looks around the room, while kneading dough. It’s been too long since she had the sticky stuff in her hands. “Ooh.” Her eyes widen, and she points a floury finger at the counter. “Could I have some of those kitchen knives? Do you have some sort of case for them? Thanks…”

*onward and yonward* *wonders where Saeb Lyn is…* And Alessio. And Arsene, for that matter.

“Ooh! Do you have thread too? And needles? A bunch of thread and needles would be good.” The fancy-dressed-servant-fellow rolled his eyes, and ordered someone else to do it.

She grinned, and put the dough in a flat pan, glancing around. “Where’s your fireplace?” The pan’s a bit thin… I hope it doesn’t melt on the coals…

The fancy-dressed-servant-fellow gaped at her.