The next day, Elinor woke up to a lot of noise. It was easy to understand that it came from the kitchen downstairs. The sound of pans clashing and things breaking was very obvious. Panicked, Elinor got up and quickly went downstairs. While on her way downstairs, she kept thinking about how to defend herself if it was a burglar.
But when she got there, her heart stopped at the sight. It wasn't a burglar but Brenda. The girl had her long hair in a bun at the top of her head, dressed in a silk pajama. She was holding a pan in one hand and a broom in another. The floor was a mess of ceramic pieces and some unrecognisable powders - probably spices.
"What are you doing, Brenda?!" Elinor asked. She was still in a bit of a shock. She did get a good sleep but the way she woke up was not good, s
