She nodded but didn’t speak. I was not going to play this game, so I just waited for her to spit it out. It didn’t take nearly as long as I’d thought it would before I heard her ask, “May I make breakfast this morning for you, Master?”
Shock crossed my face, although with her eyes still on the floor she didn’t see it. But then it also struck me that this was the first real thing she had asked for without prompting. She wanted to serve me. I knew it was her way of again trying to apologize for whatever wrong she thought she did last night to upset me, but this was an improvement over her last attempt at ‘thank you’. “Yes, that sounds lovely.” I was about to walk away again when I saw her lip disappear a second time behind her teeth. “Was there something else?”
“Do you have a waffle iron?”
I glanced up at my cabinets. Esme had been the one to stock my kitchen with what she saw as the essentials. Racking my brain, I tried to recall if a waffle iron had been included. There really was no telling. I hadn’t used half of what she’d installed or shelved. “I don’t know, but you are more than welcome to check. My kitchen is at your disposal.”
“Thank you, Master,” she whispered.
Watching her for only a moment longer to see if there was anything else, I was surprised to see a hint of a smile. She was happy she’d pleased me.