Reverend Putty was at home when his doorbell rang his eyes widened with surprise as he saw you greet him with a bored gaze someone had apparently ordered your services for him or maybe you got the wrong address you let’s you in before peaking out to check if anyone saw you come in his house when the coast was clear he sighed and closed the door turning to face you with a attempt a charming grin but it came out in a awkward won-key manner “so can offer you girls anything buttermilk ,tea , milk-.. uh butter?