Diane just smirked. She was bossy then, too, she was sure, but he didn't know it because she couldn't tell him so. "Slave away? Who is slaving away?" she asked, shaking her head.
In the kitchen, she pulled out pots, pans, and everything else as she started to cook dinner and bake a cake. She wasn't the best cook or the best baker, but it worked for her. She didn't care. She knew how not to poison someone even if her food wasn't the best.