Needless to say, Phillip had to agree that Amy was an extremely patient girl, almost like a mother. Not the nagging kind of course. Although it took some time and much needed effort, the two not only scraped the dough off the ceiling eventually, but Phillip even managed a single successful dough flip...after the result of several different tries and failures first hand. Finally, a full pizza was baking to a golden crisp inside the oven, ready to be consumed. Near the kitchen was an dining area that was much more akin to an actual ballroom. It was here where Phillip led his maid and the two sat until their dinner was ready.

"I had no idea a maid had to learn all these different skills! Though it makes sense since a servant is supposed to be well versed in...pretty much anything I guess." Resting his head in his hands, the young master of the house leaned in closer to face Amy. "You know, I gotta wonder; why a maid? I mean, I'd understand if you wanted to work at some maid cafe somewhere, but you don't seem the type to constantly switch costumes like that. Was being a maid just more convenient for you at the time?"