20. My muse will do your muse's chores for three days.
Routine of a millennium and five centuries ago constructed especially for the filling of idle hours and the refining of favorable behavior had it that there were tasks to accomplish in every moment. Deviation from routine was only permitted in the hospitality of greathearted lords forbidding a guest from declining their generosities. So frequently had the knight been employing a long discarded schedule of the past in his mortal life, he did not recall or even notice there was no discrimination from a critic. There was indeed a bucket of soap and water tipped over when he accidentally stepped in it, just as there was certainly a instance when the king's foster brother fell in due to food poisoning at the hands of an oblivious nephew; and none of it was blown out of proportion by Sir Kay.
Surely, the blond believed, there would not be a problem in taking on the chores of another Servant; albeit not having engaged in fruitful conversation with the other party.
Hands clutching the tool left lying beside Andersen's stove; he took a combative pose, arms swinging the light object down from over his head with a grunt, as if he were slaying a malevolent beast dashing out from a forest. There was absolutely no sneaking suspicion of any sort that the spatula in his hands did not exist to be used in such a way, not even when it snapped in two upon being slammed down on the frying pan.
".....I......broke another spatula---"
Will there ever be a consecutive three days more painful than the ones in the path ahead?
