"Great," says Berete. "You're now temporarily assigned to sit in the kitchen and tell me what you think of my assistant's attempt at dinner. C'mon."
They're in front of the main gate; Berete leads her around to a smaller and less impressive door in the wall that surrounds the house, then along a succession of paths through at least three different gardens, the last of which is clearly growing herbs and vegetables. From there, they enter the kitchen directly. A woman, younger than Berete but older than Ayabel, greets them with obvious relief.
"Oh good, you're back. I hope I got everything right."
"We'll see," Berete says cheerfully. She points Ayabel to a stool in an out-of-the-way corner, then sets about inspecting the culinary efforts in progress. Ayabel gets samples of everything.
The assistant does not have cause to worry about the quality of her cooking.
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They're in front of the main gate; Berete leads her around to a smaller and less impressive door in the wall that surrounds the house, then along a succession of paths through at least three different gardens, the last of which is clearly growing herbs and vegetables. From there, they enter the kitchen directly. A woman, younger than Berete but older than Ayabel, greets them with obvious relief.
"Oh good, you're back. I hope I got everything right."
"We'll see," Berete says cheerfully. She points Ayabel to a stool in an out-of-the-way corner, then sets about inspecting the culinary efforts in progress. Ayabel gets samples of everything.
The assistant does not have cause to worry about the quality of her cooking.