With the oven set, Sara walked back and grabbed an egg, whacking it against the table and pulling it open over a fresh bowl, letting the egg whites to flow out, and dumped the yolk into the bowl in Abigail's hands. She repeated the process over and over, until a sufficient amount of yolk was in the mixture. As time passed, milk, flour, and vanilla extract was added, while the egg whites were whipped into the desired consistency.
"Looks like we're making progress. You can stop stirring, before your arm pops off."
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"Oh, and this is Mami." Freddy said. "I'm not really sure where she came from, but she's helpful, so I'm not complaining. Isn't that right?" He looked around, trying to locate the way to the sleeping chambers. "Mapping this place is a nightmare, I haven't tested it too thoroughly, but I think it shifts around more when you try to keep track of things."
Liveblog | Deadblog"So you can never know where to go?" Margaret asked of her Master. If that was true then the only way to get anywhere was to search everywhere.
Then she was introduced to the other... maid? For some reason or another she didn't seem to fit the parameters...
Anyway, it was only proper for Margaret to curtsy at the new person. Maybe it was because her Master was at her side, but Margaret didn't feel compelled to bite her.
The salad was deemed thoroughly mixed by Fran and left to stand where it was with a lid over it. Everything had a lid. Done with that Fran began to clean up the mess that had been made. Spices and such were put away, small flecks of tomato sauce were wiped up, and empty cans were tossed away.
Free from anything she walked over to check on Abigail and Sara. Though she couldn't see she could sense Abigail's being overly tense. Fran giggled at that.
If someone wants to accuse us of eating coconut shells, then that's their business. We know what we're doing. - Achaan Chah...that was it? The cake had been done? Abigail was...slightly disappointed. It had been so easy! She had thought it would take a long time to make a proper cake...
But no matter! If it was time to wait, it was time to wait, and Abigail would wait the exact right time for this cake to be made, no more and no less! Besides, Sara had said that this would be the funnest part! Abigail didn't see right now how that could be, but surely it would become obvious soon?
An hour and a half passes, and Sara nods off a bit off, before the oven timer jolts here back awake. "See, now wasn't that fun?" Sara grumbled, hopping off the counter, "It should be done, thankfully." Yanking a pair of oven mitts from her apron, she drags out the fresh cake, which was now a pleasant golden color.
"Just needs some frosting, now. Aaaand I've got just the thing..." Sara said, with a somewhat mischievous grin. She pulls out a pot from one of the pantries and begins simmering sugar water. Within minutes, she adds a dash of brandy and vanilla to the mix, making a rather pleasant smelling syrup. "Everything is better with brandy~"
Abigail jolted out of her thoughts. The cake was ready! She watched, tense with anticipation, as Sara took the cake out of the oven. It looked small, and it would need to be decorated, but it looked so good...!
Sara began to make something else to go with it - frosting, maybe? - and Abigail watched studiously, keeping track of the ingredients and method in her mind. She wanted to help but didn't want to get in the way, and at any rate it seemed like Sara knew what she was doing.
Freddy frowned. "Right, well, as long as it works for you." He said, this one was somewhat hard to understand, but as long as she did her job, Freddy wasn't one to complain. "Mami's the butler of the Castle." He explained to Margaret. "She's been here for a while, don't really know how long." It occurred to Freddy that she might know something about the disappearance of the rest of the Wulfenwald family, but it also struck him that getting any info out of her might be tricky.
Liveblog | Deadblog"H-Huh...?" Margaret is confused at the patting of her head... her programing didn't expect that sort of reaction out asking such a simple question.
However her consciousness was greatly enjoying the petting, far more than she reasoned she should. The woman closed her eyes and allowed herself to be petted by the butler.
And the cake was done! It looked so good...! Not as bright and colorful as she'd imagined, but just as delicious! Sara was truly a great cook!
The honors...? Oh! Cutting the cake?! But what if she messed it up...? But it couldn't be too hard, could it?
Nodding seriously, Abigail looked for a knife. Finding one, she touched it to the edge of the cake, glancing up to Sara. This was right, right? But...she didn't want to cut it. It looked so good! Cutting it would ruin that, surely! Abigail bit her lip.

"I would like that a lot" Margaret told her Master. She needed to know this place a lot if she was to do her duties. Her programing told her that as a maid it was her job to take care of the entire castle, no matter how big it was... and she couldn't do that if she didn't know anything about it.