Giselle turned and awaited Gillette's responce to her cooking. She observed him as she waited, he seemed like a good strong man. But she had been wrong in the past. She sat down in the hammock and looked up at him. " Shall ye have me as your cook? I promise I ain't half bad."
She sighed inwardly, she hated how she talked. She wished she could talk fancier. Show could ask someone for help.