Butler for a Day [Marian and Lion]
He'd been hesitant to pull through with the idea. He wasn't useless in the kitchen, but it wasn't something he often had the chance to actually do. The toast had been easy enough, but once he moved to the eggs and bacon his hesitation grew. Most of the meals he'd made before had been instant of some form. Those he was good with.
This... was more complicated. Still, he'd made sure to follow the cookbook carefully, following each instruction and checking it more than once. If nothing else, at least he could be convinced he wasn't poisoning the woman who had watched over him all these years.
"It... should be fine," the knight assured himself quietly, arranging the breakfast on a tray. Out of everything he'd made, the tea was the only thing he was certain would be good. At least that was something, and something was better than a complete disaster. Behind him, he could hear the sound of Chaltier laughing at his hesitation, which only resulted in a harsh glare from the raven as he headed toward the stairs.
"...Keep it up and I'll be leaving you in my room for the day." That had gotten the silver-haired swordian to quiet down quick enough.
Once he'd made it to the second floor, Lion carefully made way through the halls, stopping outside the door he knew to be Marian's. Using his foot, he knocked twice before he balanced the tray in one arm and pushed the wooden barrier open. "Marian?" he spoke quietly, eyes slipping shut just in case. He really didn't need another incident like that. He'd walked in on Rutee once before -- his sister of all people -- and vowed never to walk in another female's room with open eyes again. "Are you awake?"
