All of the servants were fast asleep, which meant Anna and I had the whole kitchen to ourselves.
I grabbed pots and pans, stoked the fire, and began preparing ingredients.
Anna sat in the middle of the kitchen, at the head chef's table, a wide grin on her face.
"Master that was wonderful," She said, as I began cutting up onions.
"You haven't even tasted it yet." I replied.
"I meant what we did for the count," she said, her voice light. "I've never done something like that before. I've never saved a life."
I looked up at my apprentice who was glowing, spirits appearing around her, reacting and dancing to her joy.
"You did very well Anna." I told her. "I didn't do half as good the first time I had to do what you did."
"Did you throw up?"
"Master Syroka was not impressed." I replied.
I stoked the fire again and put the pan on the stove.
Soon the kitchen was filled with the smell of frying onion and garlic.
