[Her eyes widen in surprise when she suddenly feels her cheeks flush. And-oh she must awful with her hair pulled up in a messy ponytail and all the dust and dirt clinging to the material of her apron. She subtly tries to smooth out her hair before she can stop herself.

How strange. She's never given this much thought in how she looked before, yet now she can't seem to stop worrying about it.]

Would you like a cup of tea. I...ah haven't began preparing breakfast yet, but if you're hungry I can throw something together...