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The kitchen was...it was massive. Rose had seen it during the tour, but there was still something unsettling about the sheer scope of the place. She felt too small at times, maneuvering these behemoth grounds, and the kitchen was no exception: even with people going in and out, professional chefs doing what they do, the songstress still felt like there was an ocean of space between her and anyone else there. That, and she'd apparently taken her small place in the big new world a step too far with the amount of food she was cooking.

To be fair, she was not at all used to cooking, and least of all for herself. Her only real saving grace was that there was plenty of people that she could leave the food for if she so desired, or, she could claim a small space in a large fridge and eat it later (not that she would - leftovers were rather beneath her). With her hair set high beneath a kerchief across her crown and her comfortable, modest dress of dusk purple, she at least looked the part of belonging there.

Aromas contended for dominance in the kitchen, and though it was later than most people would eat, it was what Rose considered dinner time. Her performances rarely allowed for food at a 'decent' hour and so, mostly on her own, she worked diligently with more shrimp than any one woman had any business dealing with, a glaze bubbling near by. The only good news was she was nearly done - the bad news was dealing with the rest of the food fit for a small army.

And the clean up. She'd not leave that to someone else.