Part 263: Frederick B

Ahem! Maribelle? Milady? It's morning. Time to wake up.

Unnngh... m-morning? Already?

Wait one second! Where's the sun?! It's pitch black outside!

A steward's day begins before dawn. And unless I am mistaken, you expressed a desire to study the arts of stewardship.

Ugh, yes, I did say that, didn't I? At least, I think I did...

Good. Then let us begin with our morning duties. A steward must prepare tea for the lords and ladies before they wake.

*YAAAAAAWN* I'm SOOO tired...

But I suppose I can manage to boil a-

Oh, blast! The stupid kettle fell over!

Then please boil the water again. And this time, do so carefully. Now, as you have wasted a pot of your master's finest tea, what do you say?

Really, now! This is simply... Oh, all right! I'm sorry for spilling the stupid tea and blah blah whatever.

UNACCEPTABLE! ...Now then. Try it again, this time like you mean it.

*Grumble, grumble* Oh, dearest Lord Frederick, please forgive my clumsiness! It shall never happen again! (...Because next time I'll spill it on your stupid head.)

I shall assume your mumbling was all aboveboard. Now then! We must prepare the silverware. Today you are in charge of spoons.

...Who does he think he is, making me polish cutlery? I'm a LADY! I ought to polish that lance of his and cram it up his...

Here you are milord! All done, milord! Does the shininess please milord?

.....

UNACCEPTABLE! I want to see my reflection on the surface. ...Start again.

GRRRRRRRRR!