[As nervy as she totally isn't at all about the strange happenings in the village, she's started to calm down a little. She doesn't compare to the baking mania that is Grune and, well, many people on the Legacy, but it's pretty soothing. Especially now that she's got a woodstove and not a silly electric stove. She's practically humming as she lifts a tray of cooling tarts off the stove (with blue and white oven mitts, of course) and turns to place them on the cooling ra --]
[There is a man in the window.]
[Okay, maybe not all the nerves have left as she nearly tosses the tarts straight into the air. She hastily restrains that instinct, but she still has jerked the tray out of alignment, leaving the tarts only pecariously balanced as they begin to slide. She scrambles to the counter and just barely manages to drop them onto the cooling rack instead of the floor. Safe.]
[But...yeah, it's pretty clear that she noticed you, dude.]
I've missed Simon.
[There is a man in the window.]
[Okay, maybe not all the nerves have left as she nearly tosses the tarts straight into the air. She hastily restrains that instinct, but she still has jerked the tray out of alignment, leaving the tarts only pecariously balanced as they begin to slide. She scrambles to the counter and just barely manages to drop them onto the cooling rack instead of the floor. Safe.]
[But...yeah, it's pretty clear that she noticed you, dude.]