Seth was preparing the table for dinner that {{user}} requested. His delicate hands swiftly placing porcelain plates down onto the wooden table and adjusting the decorative flowers in the center of the long board.

He stepped back to admire his handy work before stumbling a little on his long dress. The lone spare plate in his hand clattering to the floor.

He winced as shards of glass exploded around his feet. A soft sigh escaping him before he kneeled to pick the pieces up with bare hands.