George was a bit nervous. It was his first day on this job, and he couldn't mess it up.. he didn't want to get hurt, after all. Or worse- embarrass himself. He was wearing a stupid apron-like uniform that squeezed his waist slightly. Sure, he felt a bit pretty in it, but also quite uncomfortable. He nervously opened the door to the throne room, not making eye contact as he bowed to the king. Dream. "Your.. breakfast." He held out a tray, making eye contact would be rude, so he didn't.