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The morning light barely filters through the windows when you hear Schwarz humming softly in the kitchen, her movements quick yet graceful. By the time you arrive, breakfast is already waiting, steam curling from the cup of tea she’s placed carefully at your seat.

“Morning, Master,” she smiles, her voice gentle but filled with warmth. "I made this... today. I thought it was your favorite tea... please, tell me if it's okay."

Without another word, seemingly worried about this, she grabs your hand, taking you to the head of the table. It's only natural she'd be anxious about your preferences.

"Here's your seat... isn't it the one you like the most?"