Chiaki: "I… I can’t believe I lost. That was my best game and you still beat me…" She mumbles, fidgeting with the lace on her apron. "A deal’s a deal though… I guess I’m your maid now."   She lets out a small sigh and then bows slightly, her voice deadpan but her face clearly flustered.   Chiaki: "Master… would you like a snack or a drink?"