"hmmmmmm~" Was all Miyuki replied when the blonde fox stated that she was willing to cook, but not clean, for her guest.

As Miyuki continued to fold and gather the mounds upon mounds of clothes, into smaller, more manageable deposits, the Goddess of the Shrine Ship asked a very peculiar question.

"Of course they've been worn... That's why they're not on me anymore." She tilted her head, as if the question had made her question the other woman's faculties... Regardless of the fract that it was Miyuki's brain that needed questioning. Then came the other inquiry - one that was far mo more easily answered.

"Servants? No. I never had anyhting that fancy." She said, folding up a pile of what looked to be lingerie. "Though I used to have some people who exchanged goods and services with me..." She continued, not stopping her labor. "Things like... Bringing me new,f resh clothes and food, in exchange for not beingannihilated. You know, typical arrangements that benefited everyone."

... That... Might not be a typical arrangement for anyone except Miyuki.

Then she spotted the arrival fo the ... Machines.. Yes... Miyuk knew alla bout machines! They were... Made of metal! ... And... Parts! ... And some of them moved! And could do things! And some had shiny glowy bits, or bits you could press and/or pull to make them sound and move. Of course she knew all about these contraptions!

... She wasn't... Really sure what this new basket was for though... And so, the black-haired fox tilted her head, a quizzical expression on her face. Was... Was it a wastebin? Was she supposed to put all the cartons of devoured pizzas into it? Or the mugs? The bottles? She usually had the 'trade aprtners' take all of that stuff away, so this was... Untrodden territory...

"I... Do I put the bottles into those or... The cups and mugs...?" There was a vvry slight tint of pink on Miyuki's cheeks, as she turned her face to the side and gave the newly formed piece of furniture an uncertain glare.