Vanessa grabbed a ladle and stirred the stiff noodles, helping the process for them to become soft. The whole time there he hadn't said a word, silent. Maybe he is just being polite after all, Vanessa took a step back; unknowingly crashing into the King himself. Her ladle slipped and fell causing a bit of water to splash down with it, luckily no one got scalded; just the floor. Vanessa stepped back into the stove, her hand reflexively grabbing onto something - the pot. She shot it back to her body and held it with her other hand, making a hissing noise most made when burned.
While she clutched her red hand, it wasn't burned very badly it just made her palm turn red, she manoeuvred herself and turned - facing Edward. Flustered and annoyed she tried her best to calm down the situation, although the only one that needed calming was her. "Oh! My Lord, I'm sorry. It was a mistake, you're not hurt are you?" Vanessa took a quick look at him and everything seemed to be just fine, except the part that he was standing - and he was the guest. She quickly flapped her warm hand, too cool it quicker, and spun him around so that he was no longer facing the kitchen. Vanessa lightly pushed him out, leading him towards their living room. "Y-You can sit here, it shouldn't take that much longer; really."
Vanessa quick paced back to the kitchen, her mind spinning from the mess she just made. Now he probably thought her a buffoon or incompetent, she frowned exaggeratedly at the thought and bent down to pick up her utensil and quickly wipe up the floor. What if he would leave? What then? Well that would surely make me think that he thinks of me as a fool, she put the dirty ladle into the sink and let it sit there; right now it wasn't her top priority.
In a few moments Vanessa was working again, she had pulled out a new utensil and straining bowl - to separate the water and the noodles. Another noise could be heard again - padding feet. Vanessa cocked her head to the side and seeing who it was, she went back to focusing on her cooking once she saw the outline of the small figure - Lucy.
Lucy came down the stairs, quick as a flash. Once again she spotted Edward, her eyes locked onto him but uncaring. She advanced, regularly, non-scared, nervous or excited and sat next to him on the couch. While she sat she just starred at him, her little mind incomprehensible to who he was; all she knew was that he was a boy and to her every other little fact didn't matter. Lucy sat there silent continuing to stare at him but say nothing, another set of feet could be heard now but the thumps of the foot work were not quiet and cute like Lucy's had been. "Mama's coming," and it was true.
A tall woman came down the stairs, wrapped in a bathrobe with matching slippers. Her hair was brown and her face thin and ageing, at first she didn't notice the ruler of their kingdom in her living room; the only thing she noticed was Vanessa. "What's up with all that noise? Our neighbours will complain and then we'll be kicked out of the complex!" Vanessa merely nodded her head in agreement, learning that by now it was best not to talk back.
Her mother spun around, ready to go on another rampage about something miniscule but she stopped in her tracks upon seeing Edward. "Good Lord..."
"Oh by the way mother, we have company."