- Good morning, you're late, the bathwater has already cooled down, - she says, leaning her cheek on her hand, delivering this extremely important information.
- Dessert?... - she tilts her head and remains silent for a while. - To each their own. I can come up with many criteria, but probably... one that I can always find the strength for.

Having uttered this strange phrase and made an equally strange gesture, the maid returned to prepare the cafe for opening.