Miki looks up at Noriko, standing up. 'Ah, perhaps we should go wake him up together, I'm sure he'd be happy to see both of us there.' she says, trying to convince the other Maid into working together, because she's learned from some personal experience that trying to compete is a good recipe for tears. Her tears, mainly. She then turns as she hears the other girl come, gulping. Oh, why is it that every time she tries to be the first there, everyone seems to sense it? She runs back into her room, lifting up the hamper and helping Yuuki. 'H-here you go... Thank you, Yuuki, you're much better with the laundry than me.' she says, smiling gratefully. She's glad to get the laundry done, since because of a few... incidents, in the past week, she's wearing her last clean uniform, the pale blue outfit trimmed with white lace, setting off her hair, orange like a fresh-ripened... orange... and her rather less exotic brown eyes. 'But yes, I'm sure the Master would be happiest if we woke him up together.' Ah, teamwork, the tool of the terrifyingly unskilled.