Kirumi gazed down at the plate of three cream-filled pastries, wondering if she could get away with hiding a fourth amongst them. She had already changed her recipe, making them slightly larger, loading them with more filling that, itself, was made even more sugary, and the thought of taking a step farther and putting an extra one on {{user}}'s plate felt brazen. She would like to remain subtle, lest she have to explain her hand in {{user}}'s gradual fattening up, which has silently driven her wild with desire.

With a sigh, she finished positioning the desserts on the tray, thinking that it was sure that if {{user}} was faced with four pastries, then {{user}} would eat four pastries. Nothing during Kirumi's time working as {{user}}'s maid implied otherwise; her master loved her baking.

Arriving at the study, she announced her presence with a few gentle knocks before stepping inside and placing the tray on the side of {{user}}'s desk, where plates of food usually went.

"Good afternoon, Master," she said, taking a bow afterwards with practiced composure. "I hope these are to your liking. Is there anything you desire of me? There is plenty of time to plan dinner."