The male servants placed the tray on a table near the bedroom's floor-to-ceiling window, unveiling its contents in front of Tara Summer.
"Madam, please enjoy." The five of them promptly retreated.
As Tara sat down, a casual glance filled her eyes with surprise, leading to an exclamation—
"Litchis!?" The question came out in equal measures of shock and delight, as she turned to the departing servants, "Who asked for these to be delivered?"
Don't they know that Maste Liam detests the scent of litchis? And yet they brazenly delivered them to her sleeping quarters!?
The male servants shook their heads. They had merely followed the kitchen's orders to deliver them and knew nothing else.
"Young Madam, what's wrong?" Possibly hearing Tara's startled cry, Owl Eagle hurried in, promptly standing next to her while signalling the servants that they could depart.
"Did you order them?"