PoV Rosemary
I walked out and went to the dining room to get the plates and bowls. After a bit of searching, I found everything I needed and began setting the table. Setting it up like how the maids back in the castle would, plate in the middle, utensils on the left, napkins to the right.
As I did, I heard footsteps approach the kitchen. I turned around and saw Saffron. He had changed into a pair of black sweats and a purple tank top. Why did he have to wear that shirt? It didn't cover his muscular arms at all.
He took out the ingredients he needed for the stew. This time, I pushed myself to actually be of some help to him.
"Here, let me assist," I offered, reaching for a knife and the chopping board.
"There's no need. You should be taking it easy," he protested.
"But I'm peckish, and I want to contribute," I insisted.
He gave a half-smile. "Fine, but try to stay focused."
