"Who the fuck are you?!" Trixie shrieked. Ellie covered her face miserably at her mistresses crass language. They were still working on that, and though Trixie had improved somewhat... the occasional expletive still snuck out.
"He's a nuisance," Deemer grumbled, instantly looking dower. "Don't pay him any mind."
"Giles Everett at your service," He replied with a bow, fluffy tail swishing. "And, as afore mentioned, dinner has been prepared."
"Ellie," Trixie ignored the ferret butler to address the orc maid. "Explain!"
