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"Got it got it," she mumbled, getting portions fixed on the plate before adding the guests desired additions. "Rosada's," she pushed the plate gently in Camphor's direction, grabbing his wrist quickly before he had the chance to start bringing the plate to her, "Is there a certain way I should refer to them or am I meant to play casual? Lady and Lord? Aconite and Rosada?" Claire's voice was hushed, yet thickly laced with anxiety. The truth was she was afraid to mess up. Never had something been so important to her.
Camphor brought her on for this job, but he also regarded her as a friend which meant that impressing his friends could change a lot. She snapped out of her head, squeezing his wrist before letting go entirely and making Aconite's bowl. "I can serve them. What do you want on yours Camphor, that is if you plan at eating at all since-" she paused, not knowing if it was okay to talk about his drinking in front of his guests, "since you ate a bit before you went to sleep earlier. I'll bring you your dish too, so you can sit once you have explained," Claire offered a weak smile to the man, trying her best to feign confidence.
Her hands shook gently as she portioned out a third meal, not letting Camphor reject or accept the meal first. Worse case, this plate became hers and would be on the counter ready for her. Moving Aconite's plate quickly she rested the new one in its place and glanced up at Camphor, awaiting his answer.
Camphor brought her on for this job, but he also regarded her as a friend which meant that impressing his friends could change a lot. She snapped out of her head, squeezing his wrist before letting go entirely and making Aconite's bowl. "I can serve them. What do you want on yours Camphor, that is if you plan at eating at all since-" she paused, not knowing if it was okay to talk about his drinking in front of his guests, "since you ate a bit before you went to sleep earlier. I'll bring you your dish too, so you can sit once you have explained," Claire offered a weak smile to the man, trying her best to feign confidence.
Her hands shook gently as she portioned out a third meal, not letting Camphor reject or accept the meal first. Worse case, this plate became hers and would be on the counter ready for her. Moving Aconite's plate quickly she rested the new one in its place and glanced up at Camphor, awaiting his answer.