At first Guinevere hadn't even noticed her young Sybille enter the room. Then she heard Mr. Nott's comment. Looking around with a hint of confusion, her eyes widened in slight horror.

"Young lady. Not only are you late to dinner while we have guests, but you are filthy. Get yourself cleaned up. We will discuss this after dinner." She stated sternly. Enough was enough. This baking fantasy was taking on a life of its own and she could not let it go on any longer.