Ambrose listens to her patiently as she highlights all of her qualifications. Frankly, she was probably overqualified for the job. It sounded as though she could be serving as the head chef in a restaurant if she was not burdened with her gender which made life harder for a professional. When she is finally finished he cocks an eyebrow.

"That is all quite impressive Miss Rosewine."

He says with an absent gesture of his hand.

"And I am certainly hopeful that by the time your business starts to take off, that my brother won't require a babysitter." Or that he could get some proper staff to look after the man. But that would involve Ambrose admitting that his brother was beyond help. Which he wasn't ready to do... yet.

"So far as I am aware my brother has no allergies. As for favourite foods, he had a particular fondness for apple tarts in his youth. It's been some time since my brother and I lived together so I do not know if he has expanded his palate at all but he was also quite fond of simple flavors. He didn't like things being mixed, would never take a bite of cranberry sauce with his turkey on thanksgiving for example."

He says with a sigh.

"But, before you decide if this job is right for you. You should actually meet him. I must caution you again that he is a bit odd." Breathing through his nose he lets out a sigh. "The first source of his oddness is his intelligence. I do not know that I have ever met a man smarter than my brother. That has made him a bit isolated in his youth, he was placed on a pedestal and it made it hard for him to behave as a normal child. The second and more distressing reason..." He trails off for a moment. "Well, I do not like discussing these things but it is nothing you can't learn in the papers. Just over a year ago my brother's home in Massachusetts burned down. His wife died in the fire, she was with child at the time and he blames himself." There is a pause as Ambrose lets this sink in.