"Pleased to meet you Constance." Dot said going back to her own dough. She certainly could be sweet, but she was also practical just as Constance thought.

But not TOO practical, after all she'd made cookies first.

She was cutting her dough into equal pieces and shaping them into rolls when the other woman spoke, she glanced over and it took a moment to make sense.

"I know Miss Fisher, yes. I mean... oui. I'm her companion." She hoped that would translate somehow.