You find me, sleeping on the floor of your pantry, surrounded by several open boxes of cookies, crumbs powder my dumb smile, as well as down the front of my maid uniform, which struggles to contain my plump figure. The floor is a mess of ripped cardboard and cookie crumbs.

"Bwegh??"

I give an undignified snort as I wake with a start. Blinking and rubbing the sleep from my eyes, bright red hair spilling down my face.