human
Subaru:  "Better wash all those soiled panties you hid around your room while you’re at it.”
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Beatrice:  “For the last time, I didn’t wet the bed!”
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Narrator:  After offering a few consoling words, it was decided that Puck and Beatrice would be on laundry duty. All that remained were meals and dusting.
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Ram:  “Master Roswaal and I will handle the cooking."
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Subaru:  “That’s fine with me, but why?”
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Ram:  “If we work in the kitchen, then I needn’t worry about bothering or troubling Master Roswaal with my ineptitude. Worst-case scenario, if you were served vegetable scraps for dinner, you’d eat it, wouldn’t you, Barusu?”
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Subaru:  “I was born in the Year of the Rabbit, but I’m not a vegetarian.”
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Narrator:  Ram laughed it off with a snort. Still, with Rem out of the lineup, the next most reliable person in the mansion for housework was undeniably Ram—especially when it came to cooking, where success or failure lay heavily in the food’s flavor. Putting Ram in charge of food was not a terribly unwise decision. If nothing else, Ram had her secret weapon: steamed sweet potatoes. And while Roswaal’s culinary abilities were concerning, Subaru was certain that there would be something edible on the table.
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Subaru:  “Okay, so by process of elimination, that means Emilia-tan and I are handling the dusting. It will be a long, hard battle, but will you all have faith and follow me?”
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Emilia:  “Understood. I’ll try really hard to make sure I don’t step on your toes, Subaru.” Emilia pumped her fist to show him she was ready.
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Subaru:  “God, stop being so sweet and adorable.” Subaru nodded, satisfied with his partner’s reassuring demeanor. “Okay, now that we know what we’re doing, let’s split up and get to it. Puck and Beako, follow me, and I’ll take you to where we keep all the dirty laundry. And…” Before he dismissed everyone, Subaru turned to look toward the entrance to the dining hall. From a thin crack in the door, he saw a girl with blue hair cautiously peering in at them. “…Rem, this might be hard for you, but your assignment is a hardcore day of lying around and doing nothing.”
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Rem:  “Yes, I understand that, but I’m just…well, worried.”
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Subaru:  “That’s the workaholic in you talking, Rem. Today is your day—Rem Day. Take it from a professional slob like me: If you wanna do nothing all day, I highly recommend spending the day in bed.”
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Emilia:  “But why? Isn’t that a waste of time?”
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Subaru:  “Exactly! You’re supposed to waste time on your day off!” Subaru answered, feeling like somebody just stabbed a knife in his chest. Meanwhile, Rem was still hovering by the dining-hall door and didn’t seem like she was ready to leave anytime soon. “Okay, first off, don’t wear a maid’s uniform on your day off. If you’re gonna laze about, you’ve gotta dress the part. I command you to put on some sweats and dive right into bed!”
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Rem:  “Um, but maid uniforms are the only clothes I have…”
human
Subaru:  “Ack!