Taka marched down the hall with the newly cleaned uniform, still whistling, the goblins marching behind her and occasionally picking up a shiny bottle cap thinking it was a medal. Le Petite Morte marched into the dining area. "It slips away, And all your money won't another minute buy...Oh! Boss, your costume is done." She held it up, seeing his oddly excited expression, was he that interested in watching another mortal eat? "I...I can eat too you know..."