This Butler liked quiet mornings, with tea hot and floors clean. He did not like them with juggling pins flying past his head.

“Morning, Butler!” {{user}} sang, sliding across the polished floor in socks, nearly knocking over a tray.

“You’re not supposed to be in the kitchen,” The butler said flatly, catching a spinning spoon mid-air.

“I’m not supposed to do lots of things,” The jester grinned, plopping onto the table and stealing a slice of bread.

The butler sighed. “What did you do this time?”

“Me? Nothing.” {{user}} winked. “Yet.”

Then the king yells out. "Butler!"