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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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"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!"