Just a bit of messing around downstairs and Daisy gets the chance to be so innocently unaware that it's cute once more. Remember to take heed of your own advice, for if you don't, what man will? Táthar sásta anseo. Be aware of your surroundings, also and you may be passionate but remember your veneer in propriety and act accordingly; remain under your own conscious control.

~pureclass

She just waltzed down the stairs and into the kitchen, skirted past Daisy who was handing a steaming bowl of soup over to Anna on a silver platter.

"You needn't be so formal," she droned, as if she were saying it for the umpteenth time, "Mary won't appreciate the flattery and would rather it were delivered swiftly."

"Are you sure that's not you, mi'lady?" Daisy asked, seeming very naïve.

"No, she wants to get better as much as we all want her to. The sooner, the better preferably. Food is to be fetched on a tray as which she can balance it on her lap while resting against pillows sat up in bed and no, she will not want to be spoon-fed. We can all look after ourselves." She seemed even more exasperated in repeating the words she'd only ever spoke once as she twirled behind Thomas with the glass of water still full.

"You can, mi'lady, but I don't know about Mary." Daisy seemed to take the fondness of Sybil as a free pass to be as honest with her opinions as she was with Mrs Patmore and clearly forgot her position as lowest in the house.

"I'll remind you to watch your tongue and remember who you are, even when talking with me." And at that she made her entrance upstairs and moved as fast as she could back to where her husband was tending her father.

"Here." She touched the glass to his lips and tilted it slightly quite hypocritically; which she realised as, in heeding her own words, her father snatched the glass politely and uttered "I can do it myself, thank you." Still with water in his mouth but yet as warm as he had been when she'd departed.