Doubts crept into Hazel’s mind, questioning the authenticity of Francisco's directive.
‘Did he joke with me?’
‘I don't think he can joke so easily.’
Maid
As long as we know, Master has no hobby for petting a bird, and neither have we made any dishes of birds
One of them asserted, her words reflecting a shared disbelief.
Hazel, grappling with the revelation that Francisco's preference for bird dishes might have been a jest, tightened her grip on the edge of her dress. A subtle wave of frustration washed over her thoughts.
‘So, he really joked with me.’
She mused inwardly, processing the unexpected twist.
‘But if he really did it, I need to do my job too, perfectly.’
Despite the lingering uncertainty, Hazel opted for a diplomatic approach. A broad smile played on her lips as she addressed the maids, attempting to salvage the situation.
Hazel
Okay, I think I misunderstood it. But he told me to cook something, so can I cook something for him?
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