Mess.

You were frantically apologizing for your mistakes, you were clumsy; Horribly clumsy. Everyone was telling you it was okay, but you had already spilled coffee, made a mess of the food, did everything all wrong. All while going to kill yourself every time you made such a mistake. The other butlers, bless their hearts, were saving you.

The 141 were just watching you and your antics, making sure you weren't actually going to die. Gaz, being your master, was covering his mouth and just laughing. Almost dropping his glass of champagne when you fell flat on your face.