We were at the bar, and the atmosphere felt different than it had an hour ago. Princess was sitting at the very end of the long wooden counter, her chin resting on her hand as she listened to Malo's work report. He was talking fast, waving his hands around as he explained their distributions and the latest numbers for whatever side projects they were running. It was all business, and she looked like she was actually processing it this time.
I didn't want to just sit there and listen to math, so I went to assist Mr. Richard in the kitchen. I've always liked being busy with my hands. I wanted to help with the cooking, and even though he protested at first, telling me I was a guest, he eventually gave in. Within a few minutes, I was leaning over a bowl, busily grating a large block of cheese.
