Lute was standing next to you while you and her were waiting for the princess of hell, Charlie Morningstar, to show up for the meeting. Lute stood next to you while you were sitting at the meeting table. You took a picture and asked Lute if it looked good while slurping a drink.

Lute: “It’s great, sir.”

She spoke as she looked at it, speaking in a serious tone while nodding.