Nero sighed, as she looked at the twintailed maid with the determined expression. Shrugging her shoulders, she advanced towards Aralee, a bored expression in her blue eyes as she closed into what could be interpreted as personal space. "Well then, my senior." Nero asserted, her stance secure as she stood tall. "I only have one day as maid, so this will have to do." She added as her trained hands darted out to meet Aralee's own, and with a firm stance, she drew the other maid's hands towards the front of her apron.

"As you can see, it does fit." Nero replied. [i]I've had to tolerate that twat of Rinaldo for years, not to mention Soulscale is hundreds of times worse. I don't have time for these childish games.[/i] She added mentally. "I was trying to bake some elven bread, so I'd appreciate some kind of help, as it is a difficult recipe." She added.