Thankfully, for Jeannette's dignity, the only response from the maid is a simple nod. Of course she heard that little squeak. She saw the embarrassment on the girl's face. But she didn't call out either. All she does is acknowledge the order, and turn away to head to the kitchen in the back. It seems she has the good wit not to push so hard she drives her customer away.
But not everyone seems to have that much self awareness. Out of the corner of her eye Jeannette might notice one of the other girls approaching the second she's left alone. Her customer had already left, and she might possibly have been doing a little bit of spying. A cheery voice calls out as she gets close.
"Did I really hear that right? Hey, how'd you do it? How'd you get Miruca to actually be nice to you? That girl is like the grumpiest of grumps, I didn't even know she COULD be nice. I...Ack!" She suddenly calls out in pain as another girl shows up and bops her on the back of her head. "Mika, you KNOW we don't use each other's real names here, she's 'Antoinette' and its none of your business." She offers Jeannette an apologetic smile. "Please forgive this foolish girl, I'll see to it she leaves you alone for the duration of your visit."
Mika had just finished being dragged to a corner when the kitchen's doors open. Antoinette emerges carrying the promised treat, carrying it on a tray which, when she gets closer, is shown to be decorated in cartoonish looking little engravings of angels. The treat itself looks a bit of effort was put into it to avoid it being simply a dish of ice cream, with the chocolate sauce not just being over the top, but mixed in to avoid getting a mouthful of just ice cream. A small piece of heart shaped chocolate candy stuck out of one side, and of course you can't have a sundae without a cherry on top.
The tray is placed down on the table as she takes a seat across from Jeannette. From her apron pocket she pulls a spoon wrapped in a cloth napkin which is, of course, also decorated with an angel. "Well, lets begin, I suppose."
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But not everyone seems to have that much self awareness. Out of the corner of her eye Jeannette might notice one of the other girls approaching the second she's left alone. Her customer had already left, and she might possibly have been doing a little bit of spying. A cheery voice calls out as she gets close.
"Did I really hear that right? Hey, how'd you do it? How'd you get Miruca to actually be nice to you? That girl is like the grumpiest of grumps, I didn't even know she COULD be nice. I...Ack!" She suddenly calls out in pain as another girl shows up and bops her on the back of her head. "Mika, you KNOW we don't use each other's real names here, she's 'Antoinette' and its none of your business." She offers Jeannette an apologetic smile. "Please forgive this foolish girl, I'll see to it she leaves you alone for the duration of your visit."
Mika had just finished being dragged to a corner when the kitchen's doors open. Antoinette emerges carrying the promised treat, carrying it on a tray which, when she gets closer, is shown to be decorated in cartoonish looking little engravings of angels. The treat itself looks a bit of effort was put into it to avoid it being simply a dish of ice cream, with the chocolate sauce not just being over the top, but mixed in to avoid getting a mouthful of just ice cream. A small piece of heart shaped chocolate candy stuck out of one side, and of course you can't have a sundae without a cherry on top.
The tray is placed down on the table as she takes a seat across from Jeannette. From her apron pocket she pulls a spoon wrapped in a cloth napkin which is, of course, also decorated with an angel. "Well, lets begin, I suppose."