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[Well here's one happy looking maid, apparently on break from her manor duties and the tending of queens and kings.]

Mister Sebastian!

[And she doesn't even stutter! This is a good sign.

The tiny little tuxedo that she's holding in her hands, complete with miniature white gloves? Not so good.]

I made this for ah--ah....Mr. Frog!

[Was that the daemon's name? She didn't quite catch it.]

"...Ahem."

I thought it would be more proper if--

"Ahem. Meirin."

[The video turns as she does, focusing on the bat, Sebastien. Who is currently modeling quite the precious little wedding gown. Complete with a veil that looks suspiciously like some lace doilies.]

"I know what you're thinking, Meirin. And the answer is no. I am not pretending to marry that amphibious--"

WAHHH!

[And with that startled cry, the video is terminated.]

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[Gunpowder snickers and clops back toward his side of the room and looks at Ichabod offscreen with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.]

You're incorrigible.

[Ichabod glanced over at Gunpowder and then back at the screen.]

Yes, you are a lady despite your occupation. I too am a servant in a different way thus I understand your position. Where you manage a house, I manage a city by keeping the peace the best I can.

[Gunpowder laughs indignantly.]

Ichabod is flirting?

[Ichabod's expression becomes tight lipped from embarrassment and to keep himself from losing his temper quickly, he forces a grin.]

Pay no mind to the lummox in the back. He enjoys embarrassing me.

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[He...he manages a whole city? She can't even imagine! It's all Meirin can do to do the laundry properly.]

Ahh, it's alright. I'm used to embarrassment. [Though normally it's her own.]

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[Ichabod was about to speak when Gunpowder pipes in.]

You're showing off.

[Ichabod turns to face Gunpowder when he tried so hard to ignore the huge draft horse and this time, he stands up and puts the feedbag over his head.]

Do be quiet.

[Gunpowder didn't have much of a choice now.]

That's better.

[He returns his attention to Meirin.]

Would you care to join me for lunch?

[Gunpowder snickered.]

And I will make certain that my Daemon will be on his best behavior.

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"That's a rather rude thing to do."

[Though Sebastien can't say too much...Meirin put him in a dress, after all. Meirin perks at the mention of lunch.]

Of course! What would you like me to prepare?

[Maid instincts die hard.]

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[He shakes his head with a small smile.]

No, no. I asked you to join me which means that we shall be preparing the meal together and we dine together.

[Gunpowder broke out into a fit of laughing that sounds like a cross between the whinny and a laugh. Ichabod glances over his shoulder at the horse with a narrowed gaze which made Gunpowder laugh even harder.]

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T-together?

[Meirin ponders this nervously. But he's been nothing but polite to her so far. The wheels continue to turn a bit long for her Daemon's taste, however.]

"She would love to, young Sir."

[And then, in a whisper to the maid.]

"This is just the thing you need, Meirin!"