Maeve
Maeve dumped all of the honeycomb from the sieves into a large bowl to sort through later. Some of it would be used in the desserts for the night, but the rest would be used for the various other reasons that Maeve told Melita of earlier. The kitchen they were in was outfitted just like any other. Various pots and pans hung from hooks above the stoves, a few ice boxes lined the wall, and multiple counters for them to work on. You would have no idea it was a kitchen in a brothel if this was the only room you came into.
"That sounds good. We've probably got at least ten to fifteen jars here." She unscrewed the tops of the multiple glass jars, grabbing the funnel to stick into the first one. Maeve found a spatula for Melita to scrape honey with the jars with, passing it to her. "I'll tell you when to stop so we can go to the next one."
"That sounds good. We've probably got at least ten to fifteen jars here." She unscrewed the tops of the multiple glass jars, grabbing the funnel to stick into the first one. Maeve found a spatula for Melita to scrape honey with the jars with, passing it to her. "I'll tell you when to stop so we can go to the next one."
Honey, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere
Nothin' scares me anymore
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
Nothin' scares me anymore
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
