"U-Uh, sure, If you say so."

Phillip quickly left the pantry to patiently wait in the living room area until he was needed again, his face still a light crimson. It took only a few moments for him to realize that one other person was missing from their trio and he turned back to glance at Amy.

"By the way, can you go check on Ariel first? I saw her run out, and I don't want her getting any wrong ideas with...you know, uh, us."

As he said this, he failed to notice the torn bandage now hanging loosely off of Amy's arm. Good fortune for her, as he surely would have reported it aloud to her. Inside the servant's quarter, poor Ariel continued to stare at the walls in silent and fuming misery. It was just an accident...right? The Master didn't actually like Amy in...that way...right?