Nick stared after her, astounded by the attention she received from the guests, Neil just as confused by what was going on. "How does she do that? She's amazing at this." They chimed, looking over at the young woman, wondering if to join her or try and annoy the woman and her "guests". Staring at them, they turned to Matthias. "Sir.."

"Yes.. She would make a good host, but she's a maid. She belongs to them, you know that. Talking of which, we need to receive our host from the maid club. Who's' going to do that, then?" He spoke, looking pointedly at Phillip, who looked back, utterly confused. "Yes?"

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Jack snuggled up with his sister on the sofa, kissing her on he cheek. "You make such a brilliant pillow, but an even better one at night, you know." He smiled at her sweetly, head on her chest now, relaxing a little more. "I'm not going to let anyone else have you, you're my sister and mine alone.. I have to protect you, let you feel safe and happy by my side, you are my dear twin, after all.." Smiling at he, he took her hand in his, pulling her to her feet. "Let's get out guests some tea.." He took her hand, pulling her with him to the table. "I think we should get a drink for Emily, too." He smiled over at the girl. "I'll be a few minutes, if that. Don't miss me too much!" He winked at her, picking up the cup, making his way to Emily.

When just a few feet away, he tripped suddenly, hitting the floor with a painful THUD!, crying out as he picked up his hand, shards of the broken cup embedded in his palm, scalding tea covering the poor boy's hand. He screamed "JACKIE!", crying, sobbing, begging for his twin. A female patron stood, trying to sneak away, having tripped the poor boy on purpose, jealous both of the attention he seemed to gain from hosting, and the fact he was kissing and cuddling with his dear twin sister.