hisbutler_bound | Nevermore Tasks 007

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Nevermore Tasks 007

Good morning, Astringendum, [It's early in the morning, around seven-thirty a.m. Sebastian's already up, even though he never went to sleep.]

Mister Alphonse Elric, I trust you fare well. Are preparations in order? I am inclined to offer any help I can to set up your upcoming party.

Finnian! I do hope you aren't sleeping in. Duties began an hour ago. Please be careful, but I am asking you to set the dinning table for breakfast. I will join you shortly after rousing our young lord.

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[Does he think reformed plates are odd? Absolutely not, he's seen Sebastian do incredible things. Plus he might not have broken though. He doesn't remember in his panic, though he will oogle a bit and then blink]

Ah! Yes, Mister Sebastian.

[He'll do as he's told, carefully as he can. Trying not to make noise, he doesn't want to wake the Young Master]

[Dusting up the glass shards with the broom, he makes sure not a spot is left, sweeping it upon into the dust pan and empties it into the bag. A rather stern look is upon Finnian, and he shakes his head]

Allow me to show you, again. Please pay attention. [Dusting off his hands to assure they are somehow magically clean, he picks up the plates] Taking one at a time, not all of them at once, carefuly center them in front of the chair. [He's doing so precisely the same amount of inches from the edge each time]

[Finny cringes a bit to the stern look, but he definitely wants to help Sebastian, so he'll watch so hard he might develop a headache. One at a time, centered in front of the chair.]

Got it, Mister Sebastian! I won't let you down! [Next time, as Sebastian just did the job for him... which is typical.]

[He mildly rubs at his forehead, glancing over at Finnian briefly. He turns on heel and dusts off his hands lightly, looking straight at Finnian with a completely false smile]

I trust that you will, Finnian. Now tell me, how is the garden? Is anything growing yet? [There should be a few small buds of things, nothing too great just yet.]

[He studies the plates a bit more before being distracted by the smile. Doesn't know it's false, beams widely in return]

Mm! There's a few small plants growing. I left them. I didn't recognize any weeds. [So he didn't kill anything! Surprisingly!]

[Sebastian was relieved to know that this was the Finnian the remembered what weeds looked like and what wasn't a weed. Beckoning with a hand, he ushered Finnian to follow into the kitchen, where he would prepare breakfast for his lord, and something of the egg variety for Finnian. ]

Polish the silverware. Over there.

[He'd follow Sebastian into the kitchen faithfully, saluting when he's told to polish the silverware]

Yes, Mister Sebastian!

[He'll sit himself down with the silverware to begin polishing happily... tongue out a little as he concentrates not to polish too vigorously... don't need bent silverware]

[Such sutle memories. He'd blame his master for them later. Finnian had been so useless upon welcoming him into the manor, but it had been Ciel's order, and he had carried out faithfully in teaching him almost everything.

Simmer and boil shortly after, add butter, a dish of creme to the side, a few onions, and spices. Mix and stir, turn the heat down low and let it steam. ]

Good.

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