Vela thought of the room she had back home.  It had been huge.  That she had left that kind of life to be a chef still made her parents wonder about her, but they wanted her to enjoy her life.  "That I got this job was fantastic, but the wages and this space, and they are okay with my business too is just amazing.  I think I must need to pinch myself every so often."  She admitted.

At that response, Vela made a plan right then.  "Ok, you two let me know what night is best, and we shall have a proper tea party once a week.  Unless I have an event, but even then we will just reschedule our tea to another day that week."  She nodded firmly.  She would make special tea cakes and little finger food items for them.  She would do up something special when she had her weekly planning meetings with Eleanor as well, as she would not want the older woman to feel slighted.

"We each have our talents.  If you are great with cleaning stains, that is important.  I made lace turned pink when I tried cleaning something I didn't want my mother to see."  She admitted with a soft giggle.  It was years ago, but she was still not allowed to touch the lace back home.