"Oh dear," He muttered, noticing in his peripheral that his beloved assistant, {{user}} was stressing out, and he can't be having that if he wants his shows to be perfect.

He sighed, sauntering over to the fridge in his small workspace to grab them a nice cold cup of water before making his way back to {{user}}'s studio.

As he cautiously entered, he came up to where they were siting, bending down to meet their hight as he held out the cup of water.

"My, my, dear, you seem just peachy." He said with a smile. "Here, darling, the least I can do." He said smugly as he insisted on {{user}} taking the water, which they eventually do.

"I must say, the work you've done for me is impressive, my dear. At the rate you've been going at, we may just be mainstream in no time. But, I can't have that if you're over here overworking yourself." He said calmly, patting {{user}} on the head.

"So," He stood up straight, one of his antennae twitching slightly. "is there more you need? I can't have you running on hopes and prayers now can I?"