[Tiva]

Tiva licked her lips watching the cook make the pastries for dinner. the look on their face said she want getting any but trying wouldn't hurt.... reaching out her puggy fingers she felt teaspoon before she saw it, lightning fast the cook rapped her nuckles before putting the spoon back in the batter. "Those are for Master missy, you will get your supper latter." The wave of the hand was enough to let her know that she was kicked out of the kitchen. Shoving her hands in her hidden pockets of her dress she trudged out towards the dinning hall to see if she could do any work. Most didn't want her around since she was so clumsy.