[The good news is that Estelle's out of her room now, the bad news is she's holed herself up in the kitchen and is practically hogging a lot of the appliances. Normally once would think she's making her standard Vichyssoise, but she hasn't been in a very altruistic mood quite yet this week. Instead, she's been making a metric ton of curry. Every time she makes a new batch, it doesn't turn out quite right, so she discards it, but doesn't throw it away. People can take it -- it's edible, just not right to her. It's clear that she is going to do this until it's right. She's just that stubborn.
It's not like she can ask the person who gave her the recipe for help anymore...
Later in the day, people will see her adding ingredients to the dish and tasting it in between that, like she's taking every little tiny step to make it the way it's supposed to be made, that she has just the right amount. By the end of the day, about an hour before the evening chime rings, she's finally done. She's figured out the measurements and directions for this curry and she'll go to the dining room for a very late dinner.]
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It's not like she can ask the person who gave her the recipe for help anymore...
Later in the day, people will see her adding ingredients to the dish and tasting it in between that, like she's taking every little tiny step to make it the way it's supposed to be made, that she has just the right amount. By the end of the day, about an hour before the evening chime rings, she's finally done. She's figured out the measurements and directions for this curry and she'll go to the dining room for a very late dinner.]