Lane takes the list and nods his head. "I'll see it done. In the meantime," He gestures over to a matronly looking woman who was busying herself over a pot of lamb stew. The fixings for Shepard's Pie on the table next to her. It smelled good but rustic, definitely not a professionally trained cook. Just a woman who knew her way around the kitchen.

"Eleanor." Lane says and the woman looks up and smiles, she'd done so when they'd entered but she'd waited for them to finish. Coming over she overs Vela a hand, letting her get a better look. She was a bit plump but sturdy, with hair that had faded to silver kept in a neat bun on her head, her smile was warm and said she was someone's mother. It said that to the point that Vela would just know that if she needed it, Eleanor would be happy to mother her a bit as well.

"Hello there dear, I am the Head Maid Eleanor. I take it you are the cook Master Ambrose hired? Can't say I'm sorry ta see you in my kitchen, make life easy for me. Betsy, that's my daughter and one of the maids, never had the patience ta learn how ta do it proper."