[Sebastian's getting rather bored with nothing to do and no progression. A table appears into view with the butler's hands at the main point of focus. He's near the lake within the grass where a good picnic spot under a tree is located. He sets down a few fabricated glass dishes. In one he cracks a few eggs and starts to whisk them, waiting until the foam. It took him a couple of hours to obtain them. Omelet chickens alone were hard to find and more than half the time he didn't get regular eggs, but omelet eggs themselves.

Picking up two canisters he sets the smaller one in the middle of the big one, and then pours in the foam, adding sugar to it as he whisks it slowly until it starts to stiffin. In goes the strawberry milk from one Pinky the cow and then the lid is sealed. Ice and salt are added to the outside area around the smaller can and again it's sealed.

His tongue sweeps out, slowly licking over his bottom lip as he turns the can and slowly rolls it back. Those crimson eyes focus on the can alone, waiting for the insides to churn slowly. Delicately the canister sweeps over his hands, along his fingers, his wrists and his gloved knuckles. Only when he sets it back down does he open it, revealing the pink strawberry icecream within.

Picking up a spoon, he dips it inside, scooping a little to bring it up to his soft lips, capturing the taste and sliding the spoon out clean]

Mm. Sweet and just right.

[His red tongue again curls at the edge of his lip, licking a little. A perfect treat for semi cloudy august afternoon. Just what souls will he attract to such a treat he wonders. Who is willing?]

Young master, your breakfast will be ready shortly. Please tell me, what was the final agreement upon you and Sir Hellsing? Should preparations be under way?

Even if you have a small crus- [His voice abruptly stops, his contracting getting the way of telling the truth, merely because it might ruin said reputation] Hmm, what I meant to say is, why do you persist in living alone? A proper gentleman would invite a Lady of her quality to stay in their abode during the cold.

But you wouldn't know that, would you? I seem to have not informed you of her whereabouts. The vampire has been seen floating in and out of the cinema. I assume she is there as well. [His lips crease] Oh my, forgive me, young master. It seems I cannot hold my tongue.