The idea of 'a lot of things' that are for Rhoda makes her nervous still. It seems like a pretty major investment, when they're not even sure she's going to stay. But she nods, and admits: "I might need it," in a small voice.

If the dishes are finished, at this point, she moves over to the table again, considers for a second, and then takes the pad back to the corner - which has (if only by a fractional margin) more to do with preferring having her back to a wall than because she is worried about being in that close proximity to Pradnakt.

Pradnakt is still busy with her motor; Daisy retrieves a book and a pen from the back and sits beside her, writing.

They can pretty easily pass the afternoon this way.

Rhoda seems pretty relaxed, switching between watching them - slightly covertly, and perhaps a little enviously of their ease in being close to one another - sketching, and on a couple of occasions, getting up to stretch, during which time she also ends up stroking the fabric draped over the walls again. (The last bit is mostly done when the anxious energy of not doing anything useful gets too much.)

Daisy offers her a glass of milk, midway through the afternoon during one of the stretch breaks, and when it starts to get close to lunchtime she asks if Rhoda would like to come with her to get the vegetables for it from the garden.

She accepts the milk when it's offered, and washes the glass when she's finished.

Rhoda nods when asked if she wants to go with Daisy to get the vegetables from the garden. She tries to conceal her eagerness, more out of habit than anything else, but it probably comes through anyway.

Cute kid. Garden!

She shows her around, identifying various plants and showing her how to tell when they're ready to harvest. Today, she's making a stew for Pradnakt - 'different things cut up small and cooked together with some water, so the flavors mix' - and so she needs one small squash, an ear of corn, and about ten or fifteen bean pods, plus some herbs and greens: would Rhoda like to pick the beans while she gets everything else together?

She follows, listening attentively, nodding occasionally.

Okay, she thinks she can do that. And proceeds to do so with what is perhaps a little too much concentration so that she gets it right.

Daisy keeps an eye on the girl while she works, and circles back around as she's finishing up.

Rhoda holds out the beans she's picked, tilting her head slightly, obviously asking if she's done it right.

The droid nods. "Looks good. Are you ready to go in?"

Rhoda smiles slightly, and nods. (Getting outside has burned off a little more of the nervous energy, along with actually doing something useful, even if it was just something small.)

And in they can go. Daisy waves her over to the table and brings over a bowl. "The next step with those is to get the beans out of their shells; I'll show you how if you'd like to do it."

Rhoda nods. "Please." (She even manages to make that not sound like a question.)

"Okay." And here's how you shell beans; she explains each step as she goes, not that they really need it. Then she passes the bowl over to Rhoda and gets to work preparing the rest of the vegetables.

And Rhoda will happily shell the beans. The task is repetitive, which is strangely soothing, but regrettably finished all too soon.

"Done," she reports quietly to Daisy.

She nods, and scoots the bowl of chopped greens over. "These and the beans need to be rinsed, next, you can do that while I finish up here if you'd like."

Rhoda nods, and goes to do that. She is continuing to put more concentration into these relatively simple tasks than is perhaps warranted.

Daisy comes up beside her when she's done chopping the squash. "That's fine, it doesn't need to be perfect."

Rhoda nods again, and finishes rinsing. She puts the bowl down, pauses.

"What next?" she asks.

"All these things get mixed together for the stew, and once that's cooking I'll finish up your corn. Do you want your eggs any particular way today?"

Rhoda considers. "Boiled?" she requests after a moment.

"All right."

Stew goes in the big pot; eggs go in the small one; half an ear of corn gets carefully grilled and then cut off the cob. "There aren't as many ways to prepare corn as there are for potatoes," the droid explains while she does the last, "but still a lot, and one of them is bread - it's not very much like the bread you had this morning, but close to that."

Rhoda watches closely again, nodding when Daisy explains corn.

"Can I-" she stops the question and the frowns like she's irritated at herself. "Can I maybe try some at some point?"

"Mmhmm," she grins. "We're out of cornmeal right now, but I'll bring some back with me and show you how to make it."

That gets a smile. "I would like that," she says. (And there's practically no hesitancy about admitting to that.)