[Though it wasn't meant to be harsh, Elsa looks a little sheepish at Cassandra's words. Honestly, she's always felt a little bad for having to rely on staff and servants like that... she didn't really like the implication that they were below her in any way just because of their jobs, so she'd always tried to do what she could on her own; straighten out her room and dress herself, take any dishes that might have been brought up to her during the day back down to the kitchens at night... little things like that. To help the people who so wonderfully helped her.]

Well... I'm pretty sure I won't be able to set a sandwich on fire, so I think that's a good choice to start with.

[She's just going to roll up the sleeves of her blazer now, moving over to the sink to wash her hands.]

Okay. So where should I begin first?