"Yes, but this morning, Ms. Gregory came."
Steve's movement to pick up the vegetables with his chopsticks paused slightly: "Ms. Gregory?"
"Ms. Ruby Gregory." The servant filled Steve with soup: "Ms. Gregory brought some vegetables over this morning and is now with the young lady in the painting studio upstairs."
Steve's brows furrowed a little, but he said nothing.
The servant set the silverware and stepped aside, "Mr. Steve, shall I go upstairs and call the young lady and Ms. Gregory down for dinner?"
Steve didn't respond, picked up the vegetables with his chopsticks, and chewed a couple times before stopping the servant who was about to go upstairs, "Wait."
The servant turned around, looking somewhat puzzled.
Steve put down his chopsticks, stood up: "I'll go."
Without waiting for the servant to react, he got up and headed directly upstairs.
