2nd Zi'da, 717
"Technically," Faith said to Katie, sitting in the living room and surrounded by books and parchments, "technically, I am not breaking any rules." Katie looked at her and said nothing, but her gaze was impassive and it was quite obvious that the older woman disapproved. "There are no rules, it's up to me. Also, I'm not actually in work. But they need to sort this out." Katie nodded her head, not saying a thing and Faith smiled at her. Jo'quet, her sous chef who had brought the issue to Faith, looked very sheepish and Katie stood. "I'll make some tea then," she said and exited into the kitchen.
Faith smiled at Jo'quet, trying to reassure her. "Don't worry," she said softly, "you did the right thing. I need to show you again how to do these techniques, they're complex." Jo'qan looked at Faith and smiled, concern on her face.
"The thing is," Jo'quet said, "people are asking for them and I want to do them right. We considered taking them off the menu, but then." She paused and looked at Faith with a smile. "But then your face would look like that. So I thought it was best to ask you. I'm sorry if it was the wrong thing." Faith shook her head, it wasn't at all. "You look really well, though Faith. How are you holding up?"
They both knew that Jo'quet wasn't talking about the pregnancy, it was about Padraig being away on what was potentially a long and dangerous mission. Faith smiled her careful and controlled smile as she thought, 'I miss him. I miss him so much I didn't know it was possible to feel this miserable and I know he feels the same way. It's taking every ounce of self control I have not to write and ask him to just come home, and it's taking every ounce of his not to just do so. I'm not holding up at all.' But that wasn't what she said, of course. No, she met Jo'quet's gaze and she replied with a slight smile. "I'm fine." Katie brought out the tea and Faith lowered her head back to what Jo'quet had brought her.
"So, fundamentally, we need to get you up to speed on sugar work, yes?" Jo'quet nodded and pushed no further on how Faith was feeling. If she wanted to tell her, she would. Evidently, she didn't. Jo'quet understood how private her employer was and she respected that greatly. "Alright, so then first things first, tell me what you do. Not looking at the recipe, from memory, tell me what you do." That was what she needed to know, after all and Faith leaned back in her chair and sipped her tea, waiting to see what Jo'quet said. There was something instinctual about sugar work and that was what she was wondering about here, Jo'quet's instinct. Everything else was just technicalities.
Faith smiled at Jo'quet, trying to reassure her. "Don't worry," she said softly, "you did the right thing. I need to show you again how to do these techniques, they're complex." Jo'qan looked at Faith and smiled, concern on her face.
"The thing is," Jo'quet said, "people are asking for them and I want to do them right. We considered taking them off the menu, but then." She paused and looked at Faith with a smile. "But then your face would look like that. So I thought it was best to ask you. I'm sorry if it was the wrong thing." Faith shook her head, it wasn't at all. "You look really well, though Faith. How are you holding up?"
They both knew that Jo'quet wasn't talking about the pregnancy, it was about Padraig being away on what was potentially a long and dangerous mission. Faith smiled her careful and controlled smile as she thought, 'I miss him. I miss him so much I didn't know it was possible to feel this miserable and I know he feels the same way. It's taking every ounce of self control I have not to write and ask him to just come home, and it's taking every ounce of his not to just do so. I'm not holding up at all.' But that wasn't what she said, of course. No, she met Jo'quet's gaze and she replied with a slight smile. "I'm fine." Katie brought out the tea and Faith lowered her head back to what Jo'quet had brought her.
"So, fundamentally, we need to get you up to speed on sugar work, yes?" Jo'quet nodded and pushed no further on how Faith was feeling. If she wanted to tell her, she would. Evidently, she didn't. Jo'quet understood how private her employer was and she respected that greatly. "Alright, so then first things first, tell me what you do. Not looking at the recipe, from memory, tell me what you do." That was what she needed to know, after all and Faith leaned back in her chair and sipped her tea, waiting to see what Jo'quet said. There was something instinctual about sugar work and that was what she was wondering about here, Jo'quet's instinct. Everything else was just technicalities.