Oh. Oh [i]no. Oh [b]no![/b][/i]

It was worse than she feared. It wasn't just that Miyuki didn't know how to do any sort of proper living, it was that she had no concept of what the work of proper living even looked like! If she had had servants, previously, she might have understood that those servants did laundry and cleaned dishes, etc. Instead, it sounded like she terrorized people into providing things for her, reducing housework to a false magic.

This was about to be a lot of work.

"Wh- n-no, you, uh," Yumeiko's frustration seemed heavier than the tired sigh she released, "this is for your clothing. Gather your clothing in this basket and I'll have it," her hardlight flickered as she hesitated. She shook her head and it steadied, she continued, "I'll have it washed. We'll get around to you washing it yourself, later. The other containers will be for your rubbish. I can," something in her balked at the idea, "make more baskets, more bins."

She almost missed the soft blush on Miyuki's cheeks. Poor thing, she was trying. The hardlight strengthened.