Visit the Cook

Something about the way the other nuns were sizing you up made you uneasy, so you decided to go back into the kitchen. The cook seemed to have taken a shine to you, and she seemed to have been struggling with the amount of food she was handling when you'd passed through. Maybe she'd let you help.

Quickly, trying not to look at any of the other nuns in case they called you over, you made your way back into the kitchen. The cook glanced up as you entered, a smile on her face.

"Ah, Hana wasn't it?" You nodded, and she continued, "There's not going to be food for another hour or so, if that's what you're looking for."

You idled for a few moments, wondering how to convey without speaking that you were offering your assistance, but she seemed to pick up on it.

"Oh, you wanted to help? That's kind of you, most of the nuns see themselves as above that." She gestures for you to come join her, and you see she's cutting vegetables. "You can pick up a knife and get those done for me, it'll really help."

Smiling slightly through your gag at the fact that she seems to be the first person here who isn't treating you like something to ogle, you do so. The two of you continue in silence for a few moments.