The first month of my stay also resulted in the beginning of relationships between me and the gray clad maids of the house.
At first, my ultra nice room didn't come with servants. It had been all Roman could do to push the room on me, let alone people who would wait in me, one who'd done everything for herself since toddlerhood. But, I soon found myself a little overwhelmed with upkeeping the room and my clothes when my day was crammed full of lessons.
I, as fortune would have it, found my solution when a young maid came in during Dr. Mustache's clinic hours with terrible, terrible acne. Just looking at her face made me both wince with sympathy and want to just burn the whole thing off so a new one could grow in its place.
Poor girl looked like she wanted to do the same.
"I've done everything you suggested," she said tearfully as she pulled on her ginger pigtails. "If anything, they just get worse!"