Lucy's eyes visibly widened when Sakaki told her about her next task and she peered up at him in disbelief. Tribute of blood, he said; she was sure of it. That's part of being a janitor?! She fiddled with her bow, an involuntary habit of hers whenever she's feeling particularly nervous, as she tried to figure out how one goes about making such a tribute. Her brows knitted together in concentration and she looked increasingly panic-stricken as time passed. Which god of blood was she offering it to, anyway? Only Shezmu, the ancient Egyptian demonic god popped in her head. If she remembered correctly, he was the god of execution and blood, among other things. But she didn't like the implications behind that. She would really much rather not have to execute someone on her first day of work… or at all. Pressing her fingers on her temple, she racked her brain for other possible deities. Perhaps there were obscure Japanese gods that she hasn't read about? 

Her head was spinning with thoughts of gods and foolproof murder plans before Sakaki spoke again two seconds later. Oh. Lucy tried to laugh upon realizing that he was joking, but she had was too relieved to do much but sigh in relief and dab the few drops of sweat that formed on her forehead. She really must learn to quickly pick up on jokes like that! Shaking her head, Lucy refocused on the wash cloth Sakaki was handing him and nodded as he explained her next task. This one didn't involve any blood or gods.

Just as before, Lucy gave the older man a salute and marched off to find the dirtiest counter in the bakery. She was determined to level up to pink, so she made sure to inspect every inch of the establishment and wiped everything until they were pristine. When she finished, she moved onto the kitchen and used the same cloth, no longer white after her super intense cleaning routine (she didn't realize she had to rinse it every time), to wipe any remotely dirty surface she could find. She ended up leaving a trail of frosting on everything she wiped after cleaning Yuu's baking station, but she didn't seem to notice.

Lucy looked back at what she saw as a sparkling clean kitchen and smiled triumphantly, eyes practically full of stars as they twinkled with excitement. She was really good at working! Mr. Sakaki would be so proud. Humming a happy tune, she skipped all the way back to the staff locker room to throw both the dirtied cloth and pair of gloves in the washing station, and returned to the front as soon as she had gotten cleaned up. 

Without warning, she gingerly sat herself down on the seat across from mohawk Yuu, who had been eating breakfast, and looked at him expectantly. After doing all that work, surely she was allowed to eat pastries now?

"I'd like one of those Pina Colada cupcakes, please," she smiled innocently, fully expecting the baker to fetch it for her. "And some Jasmine tea!"