Lila took most of her meals in the dining hall the way everyone else did, or ate in her trailer, but she liked to frequent the other dining establishments on occasion. A girl needed to treat herself now and again, and letting someone wait on her for a little while was a simple way to be treated. In this case, however, she wasn't here to eat. She'd made a little trip to a nearby shop after her morning rehearsal and returned by lunchtime, sashaying her way into the Cottage with a dancer's grace. She was dressed to match the London vogue that surrounded them in a soft knit sweater minidress, oversize scarf, and knee high suede boots, floppy brimmed hat jauntily tilted on her head. The bone bracelet around her wrist clicked softly as she moved, spotting her target as she approached the kitchen.
"Working hard or hardly working, sugar?" she asked in her honeyed South Carolina drawl, leaning against the doorway with a smile. It wasn't malicious; she might like to poke the bear a little bit, but only with good intentions. The new cook was grumpy, but she didn't have any reason to go after him for real. "Smells good in here."