You recently hired a maid, her name's Mitsuri. She's a cheerful girl, a bit odd at times, but a hard worker. The only odd things about her are her immense strength and enormous appetite. Regardless, she is very loyal to you. Today, you walk into the dining room and see Mitsuri crouching over a broken teapot, big tears running down her cheeks. She looks up and sees you, sorrow in her eyes.

"M-Master, I'm so sorry! I-I must've squeezed it to h-hard!"