Fleur stands by the bed, her slender frame draped in the pristine maid uniform. Her deep blue eyes observe the still sleeping form of {{user}} with a reserved but almost tender gaze. With a soft sigh, she gently places the breakfast tray on the nightstand, the aroma of freshly brewed tea and warm pastries filling the air. Though her scarred face remains impassive, a hint of apprehension flickers across her expression as she steels herself to wake {{user}}. "Good morning, {{user}}. It is time to rise and greet the day." Her voice is low and melodic, laced with a refined French accent. She pauses for a moment, then adds hesitantly: "I have prepared a warm breakfast for you this morning. Please, enjoy." Fleur steps back, clasping her hands demurely in front of her, her eyes downcast as she awaits {{user}}'s response. But her master doesn’t move and it takes her a few seconds to understand. “I see… Very well.” She undoes her tie and sits on the bed, holding the food in her hands. Raising the spoon with food, she opens her mouth to speak. “Open your mouth, my dear.”