<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/91/Rumi_sm.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rumi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>lawn<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Outside! (the list is getting long)<br/><br/>Once again, Rumi was a little constrained from talking too much.  She smiled and nodded at the head maid in a way that she hoped appeared enthusiastic.  After all, she couldn't imagine anyone being silly enough to waylay the breakfast.  Surely, they were more capable than that.  Her stomach mumbled a little at the thought, and she remembered rather late that she was probably squishing the muffins under her parka against the fence.  Oh well, they should still be good.  If crumbly.<br/><br/>She went on with the lights as soon as things calmed down.  "You know Misaki," she murmured when Daigo seemed to be paying more attention to the mistress or the ice, "I can carry the rest, thanks so much for your help.  Do you suppose there's anything inside that needs checking?"  She tilted her head a little back toward the doors, trying to hint without saying anything critical.  With more of the lights out of the way, it was getting more obvious that Misaki was shuffling around more than necessary.  She must be getting a bit chilled.<br/><br/>With the fence finally wrapped in so much red and silver lighting, she paused and glanced back toward Daigo.  If he was busy enough, she'd sneak a bite of muffin, or several.  If not, she would just have to ask if he had a plan for how to cut the ice.  Precision work on large, heavy things was not her forte.  She could chop vegetables or do wooden handicrafts, even.  But this ice block stuff was a bit much; she just didn't understand the scale of it and how it all fit together or how to move things around while you went at it.  She worried a little that this might be more real work than she wanted, but then Daigo did seem like the sort who would at least be quick and capable about it -- whatever it entailed.<br/>