"Mrs. Gramer, hand me the menu, I need to ponder what dish to add," the butler, Carter, unable to rest easy, entered the kitchen.
As the cook, Mrs. Gramer grumbled, "Carter, you've already come to check the menu three times. What exactly don't you trust about me? I've been working at Fluorescent Castle nearly as long as you!"
"Of course, of course, you've always been trustworthy. The master, the mistress, the young master, and the young miss all enjoy your dishes," Carter wiped the sweat from his brow. "But today I have to be even more attentive because, as you know, Mr. Russel is staying in the castle to enjoy lunch!"
"Yes, Mr. Russel is to enjoy lunch, but he grew up here in Fluorescent Castle since he was little." Another housekeeper also made her way to the kitchen. "Carter, there's no need to be so nervous. Mr. Russel is gentle and humble; he won't mind these details."
"It's not the same, Mrs. Jones."