Viora, the blue-haired maid, stared in muted shock as she watched the knight proceed about to actually assist in the preparation of food. Chopping the vegetables, moving them into the pot... not even asking for assistance. For a few moments she was completely silent. However, that silence was broken.

Not by Viora, but by the third maid.

For a few moments, the brunette's mouth hung open, her eyes wide. Then, dropping her pan, she fell to her knees and buried her face in hands, tears welling up in her eyes.

"W-we... we're f-failures!" she bawled, quivering where she knelt.

"Ah, Beatrice...!"

Viora swiftly hurried to the slightly shorter maid's side, placing a hand on her shoulder. "We're not failures! We didn't do anything wrong!"

"B-but... h-he started h-helping, so... s-so we [i]have[/i] to have screwed up..." sobbed Beatrice, quaking as she looked up from her hands. "I-if we're doing a good j-job, n-no one else should join in!"

"That's... not..." Viora trailed off. Beatrice was... sensitive.

"Oi!" declared Alaree's voice, as she returned from the storage area, several steaks packaged in her arms, "Who made Beatrice cry?!"

Needless to say, this sight was likely an odd one for the newcomer.

As for the newcomer's experience, many of the knights and staff were still around, obviously, as only those at the party had left.