"I mean, jeez..." Betsy comments as she looks around the bedroom part of Vela's chambers. "Yeah, you've got loads of space. Your bedroom is almost as big as mine and I don't have my own private water closet or sitting room." The sitting room could have comfortably fit two of her rooms.

The offer to come for a visit though is met with an excited clap of Betsy's hands. "Oooooooh, that sounds absolutely lovely! I don't think I've ever had an evening where I just get to sit and chat with some friends." A pause as she thinks and then adds. "Not since I was still a girl anyway, seems like my life has just been work since I turned sixteen. Not sure when Ma expects me to find time to get a man at this rate, I'll be a spinster." The girl shudders, at nineteen she was already getting close.

"Oh, don't you worry Vela. I can keep your clothes clean with no trouble. I've gotten quite good at laundry. Even mum doesn't complain about it anymore, though she still won't let me help with dinner since I burned that roast." The girl lets out a huff, okay so maybe it had been a multi pound, in both weight and money, prime rib roast she'd let sit too long. But the book had been very good, Lord Winthrope was having a dalliance with a scullery maid and oh she'd just wanted to melt.