The irony with Michelle is that she could cook wonderfully with her hands, but when it came to using magic to cook, she was less than stellar at it. Trying to hurry for her hungry master, the scatterbrained blonde dropped quite a few pieces of food on the floor, limiting more and more her ability to cook something up. At the end, the only thing she could do was make french toast, which turned out burnt even with Robert's help.
"I'm so sorry, Master Robert!" Michelle apologized with a sad tone as she bowed at him as she gave Robert his food. "I'm usually quite good at this, but in my rush to feed you as soon as possible.."
Robert patted Michelle on the head in reply, shocking her.
"It's fine, Michelle. You didn't need to rush, even if I was hungry."
The brave Robert then ate the burnt french toast, him being far more hungry than he thought he was when he just talked to her. It didn't taste as bad as it looked, but it was hardly the best french toast he ever had.
"Well, now that I've eaten, how about you show me around?" Robert giggled as he pressed a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe a tour on your shoulder?"
"Master Robert, are you flirting with me?" the maid giggled as she blushed.
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