Her panic about if she liked someone else’s cooking more than his didn’t stress him out; in fact it did quite the opposite. James felt a pulling on his heart when she expressed that she didn’t think she could live enjoying someone else’s cooking. It was adorable to say the least and she seemed to not only want to be his friend but enjoyed the work that he did! Comfort filled him when he came to that realization that she wasn’t going to fire him over his lack of ability to do his job. Then again Adrian was always on his case about the work he was doing and for the life of him, James could never figure out why.

Maybe it had something to do with Adrian seeing himself in James. But the words out of his mouth were what drove James to want to seek education for cooking. He could still hear those words, [i]“James, a butler’s cooking should never be outmatched by a lowly chief at a pathetic restaurant.”[/i] Sure his choice of words weren’t exactly the kind but it made sense to him. He should always try to provide the best service for his master, or in this case his Mistress.  

Refilling her tea cup with a practiced grace he placed the pot back on the table and looked back down at the paper, “I took the liberties of writing down classes I thought you should discuss with the councilor today based on you personality I’ve observed over the time we’ve know each other. I apologize if I am overstepping my bounds as a butler.” He said softly as he stepped away from her to let her finish her meal.