Miki looks at the list, softly hanging her head. She wants to do a decent job at this, but she's rather horribly, horribly unskilled. The only thing she's half good at is cooking, and that's mostly just through pure hope. She can at least try to wake up the Master, he's usually happy to see her in the morning, though she can't imagine why he also seems embarassed by that. She looks around, and sneaks up towards the room, hoping she'll be the first one there, and manages to ruin it by tripping on that rug outside of her room, which probably has better than even odds of alerting the others to what she's doing.