The majority of them waved, Sebastian fixing as much food as all of them had seen in their lives. He waved, not even peeking behind his back.
--Meanwhile--
"...Get up..."
"Mmph."
He stood up, pulling the covers off of her. She curled into a ball, fake-shuddering.
"Cold. Blanket. Please?"
He held the blanket in his left hand. "No." [i]Then...[/i] let's just say he realized what she was wearing. His face turned a deep red, and he threw the blanket on her. He fled from the room, flinging himself onto the empty couch.
Ciel turned to him. "[i]Blasted...[/i] Grell, what happened?"
"Eh? N-N-Nothing..."