She placed the cream puffs before Drinian; Drinian still couldn't figure out why Hilda always made him wake up this early in the morning.  He was the master of the house, couldn't he sleep in if he wanted?  I guess Hilda was an early bird.  Mornings were not good, but he thought it was because he had a headache that would go away ... gee ... if Hilda just happened to let him sleep in a couple of hours?<br/><br/>Then he realized, it was Amora.  "Thank you; these actually LOOK like cream puffs!  You've done it again.  Oh ..."  He lowered his voice and smiled at her, "By the way I know now; your real lucky you know.   Congratulations."  Though quite frankly, he didn't know what she saw in Lotor; he wasn't that handsome, was he?<br/><br/>Hmm ... Amora wasn't more excited than he was; perhaps she was not an early bird either.  But before he had a chance to say anything else, Hilda picked him up.  "Put me down, woman!  Put me down!"  Hilda insisted:  "Milord, it is quite late if we are going to the merchants today.  We have to get ready and get you some new clothes."  But Drinian would not have any of it.  "Put me down, I haven't even had a chance to eat a cream puff!"  But instead of putting his Lordship down, Hilda grabbed a cream puff and shoved it in his face.  She was awfully giddy this morning; at least she was in a good mood, for whatever reason. "All right, all right.  Put me down, and I will follow you in a second!"  Hilda put the good master down.  Drinian was completely red in the face.<br/><br/>Turning to Amora:  "Well, I've never been so embarrassed.  My servants don't even act like that.  Please do me a favor; please clean my room today.  And I promise you and Lotor can have the evening off.  Hmmph.  I have to go and get ready with Hilda apparently."