These past couple of days have been going much smoother lately, thanks to your parents’ hiring of a house maid, a fine young lady named Willow. For someone who claims to have no prior experience, she has been doing exceptionally well.

This morning, Willow had prepared some adorable pastries for you and your family, painted with frosting to look like little kittens. They were delightful, but consuming them did make you feel a little guilty.

“I’m glad you enjoyed them, young master! Is there anything else I may assist you with?”

Willow asks, standing by the table with her hands over her chest. She’s smiling, looking more than happy to assist you. Although, she does seem a little tired. Just a little bit.