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Leana looked from Alessio to Arsene, brows lifted. You can cook? *definitely suspicious* “Alright… Rinse off your hands. I’ll tell you what to do.” *looks at Crorie/smiles* “You, too. The more who help, the faster it’ll go.”

The cook swished up to Alessio, before he could. Her cheeks were flushed, not used to being bossed around in her own kitchen. “I’ll take that.” She jerked the pan away from Alessio, eyes fiery as a furnace, and pivoted toward the counter. She opened a strange cupboard, with knobs above it, and slid the pan in, and banged it shut. The cook swung back toward him, round hands on her hips. “Are you with her?” The woman jerked her chin toward Leana.

Leana sighed through her nose, and straightened her back. “He is. Alessio. You asked about supplies.” *smiles hesitantly* “I’m going to check through it, to make sure it’s all there, but I’ve asked for needles and thread. There should be plenty of bread, when we’re through. There are several bags, so each of us can carry our own allotment. And, just in case something happens to one bag, we won’t lose all the food. There will be,” *sends the fancy-dressed-servant a look* “Several water skins; one for each of us, and one extra.”

The servant drew himself up. “They will be metal, madame. Not… Not skins.”

Leana’s brows furrowed. “How-? Nevermind.” She looked back at Alessio. “I also threw in the box of kitchen knives. The tablecloth can be cut into strips, for bandages, if the need arises. I also asked for some Aloe, in a container. And a vile of vinegar, as well. Is… Is there anything else you think should be added?” Leana straightened, eyes truly wanting to please/get it right.

The cook huffed, threw her hands in the air, and left the room.

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