*When we skip to morning, Ressa's been taught all the stuff about being a lady basically. She practiced it at night, sneaking out of her tent when she judged Rea to be asleep.*

Ressa blinked in the bright light and stretched. Today was the first day of the 'holiday' and she actually dreaded it. She rolled over in her sleeping sack, remembering that she was sharing her tent. "What would you like to eat?"

Abby woke to wanting food. "Dante will you get up and get your pregnant wife food?" Abby asked and smacked him on the head. "You good for nothin lazy bum get up."

Dante let out a snort. "Yes sir." He yelled, casing Abby to roll her eyes. Dante looked at her. "My love how are you feeling?" He asked with a coy smile on his face.

"Did you call me sir? Well I'm hungry." Abby said getting up.

Marie was still half asleep.
"I know I've got to milk Bessy but can't I do it later?"She said rolling over as if to go back to sleep.
A few seconds later she promptly sat up and looking at Ressa went bright red.
"Oh yeah, food.I'm not fussy."She mumbled.

Ressa chuckled and sat up. "Is Bessy a cow or a goat?" She got up and went to grab some eggs. She went outside, still being able to converse with Rea, and started a fire.

Marie pulled her blankets around her and crawled to join Ressa.
"Cow."She answered simply, almost drooling at the smell of the eggs.

Dante join Ressa and the girl. "Good morning, do you mind passing me the eggs. I need to get food to Abby before she gets all mad at me."

Ressa sighed mournfully as she passed Daunte the eggs. She went to get more. "Sorry, Lady Rea of the milkmaids, you're going to have to wait a tad bit longer for breakfast. I'm afraid pregnant women get served first." She grumbled underneathe her breath.

Dante took the eggs and muttered under his breath. It sound like why me? He quickly fixed some eggs for Abby and passed them back to Ressa. "Sorry about that, Abby has a bad temperas it is, and now with these hormones her temper is increased." Dante said with a sigh

Marie was looking darkly at Ressa when she noticed that Henderson was walking near their tent. This sight sent her scurrying back into the tent faster than a cheetah.

"What's up with- Good day Sir!" Ress exclaimed suddenly, getting to her feet quickly and saluting. "The holiday set to begin Sir? Are you doing something special for it?"

"No." He mumbled and stalked off.

Ressa blinked and sat back down. "He's not in a very good mood..." She turned to Rea, coming back into the tent. "You want breakfast?" She held out the eggs.

Marie fell upon the eggs at once and soon there was not a siece of egg remaining on the plate.
"Thanks."She said.

Ressa ate some herself and then took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Hey, Rea. Entertain yourself- without breaking any laws or annoying Henderson please. I'm going to be gone for a while." SHe walked out of her tent and ran over to Abby's. SHe peaked her head in. "Abby!" She hissed. "Can I please borrow-" She gulped. "Borrow a dress?"

"Well you're not the one I wanted." Abby said looking mad. "You can borrow a dress. Come in, in that trunk there." She said pointing to the trunk that was open. "Did you see Dante?" She asked.

"He's hiding I think," Ressa said absent-mindedly. She was sifting with horror through the dresses. Abby was roughly the same size as her but Ressa had trouble imagining what breathing would be like in the normal dresses let alone the gowns. She picked out a quite simple green ensemble. "Can I borrow this one?"

"Yes you may. Help yourself to whatever. I am off to fine my food, and my husband." Abby was lived and she walked out of the tent.

Ressa bundled the dress into her arms and rushed to her tent, the green material feeling a strange weight. "Hi Rea." She said as she entered. She held up in the dress in distaste. "Whatever did I get myself into?"

Abby couldn't fine Dante or Thom anywhere. She went and got her own breakfast, and walked over to Ressa's tent. "May I come in?" She asked

"Sure," Ressa called, still trying to work out which way the dress actually was put on.