"Ahhh ... I'm sorry for disturbing you.  Two things.  Oh, maybe three."<br/><br/>He looked around the room; he had to move on.  "No four things" he said, but realized he was making things worse.  He looked at the new girl - "Nothing bad mind you.  First, let's take any pictures of my wife off the walls.  It's time for me to move on, ma'am.  Besides, you need this to be your own place.<br/><br/>"Second, we haven't finished our meal.  I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly.<br/><br/>"Third, your in charge of the kitchen too ... seconded only by Hilda.  You have to understand, she was there for me when I became a drunk.  She can be rough on people, but it is her form of mercy.  The way I am now is much better than before.<br/><br/>"Fourth ..." In the past, he mistreated servant girls, mainly to avoid ever having feelings for any of them.  He saw her crying in his dreams ... he did not have a way with words and sometimes was too impetuous for his own good.  "May I ... uh, may I ..." - What, he thought to himself.  What were you going to say?  May you kiss her, hug her, what?  Drinian realized he was stupid ... he still hadn't learned the girl's name.<br/><br/>"May I know your name so that, in a moment when I make the announcement to the rest of the house, I will know how to address the royal cook."  Yeah, cuz Drinian's house was just the epitome of 'royalty'.  :)