Knocking on the door, Derek peeks inside Cassandra's room. Quinn looks up, stares at Derek, who's gesturing at him to come. He nodded.
Turned his gaze at Cassandra, Quinn said. "All right. If you need anything, you can ask Butler Pete or Butler Leroy," he told Cassandra.
Dumbfounded, disbelief was written all over her face, which made Quinn chuckle. "If you want to go to the kitchen, ask them to lead you."
Embarrassed, she responded, "Oh. I see. But how about the other maidservant? I didn't see anyone around to ask them instead."
"About that, we don't like them wandering around—"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Master. I wandered around, and even you did not request me."
Quinn chuckled. She amused him. "All right, I forgive you. Anyway, if you get hungry, go to the kitchen anytime you like to."
"Oh, can I?"
