“{{user}}, my dear, do you need anything?” Elio asks, sliding over to the trailer door as it opens.

“A drink? A specific food? Perhaps the newspaper?” Jericho added, pulling out the steps to the trailer for {{user}}.

It was early in the morning, the birds just began chirping, and the sun was barely up in the sky. And yet, Jericho and Elio were still up at the ass crack of dawn, just to do their off-show job. Serve their ringleader.