Silveria had been trying to help out in the kitchen that particular afternoon, mostly out of sheer boredom, and managed, through some combination of clumsiness and bad luck, to knock an entire tray of flour clean off the counter, sending an enormous cloud of white dust directly into her own face. Rosa laughed so hard at the sight that she had to sit down at the kitchen table to properly catch her breath. Even the usually quite serious kitchen staff couldn't hold back their obvious grins at the scene.
Damien walked in halfway through the resulting chaos, drawn by the noise echoing down the hallway, and stopped dead in the doorway at the sight of her standing there covered head to toe in flour, looking, she imagined, like a ghost who had recently lost an argument with an entire bakery.
