<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/y6uVzau.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Misaki<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Shiori's room > Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>It was probably the worst moment to walk in, but how was Misaki supposed to know things were happening just after she heard Shiori finishing her breakfast? Well, other than if she waited for a few moments and listened in, she supposed, but how could she have known when that was needed. Besides, that would have required highly refined tactful maid instincts. It was too early for those, if Misaki ever had them at all.<br/><br/>Which left her an unwilling witness as Shiori thought out loud to herself, then ordered the... disciplining of Catherine later that evening.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but think of what exactly the Mistress might have in mind by that. Testing in advance those holiday themed uniforms? Making sure they'd endure the rigours of what constituted maidly duties around the manor sometimes, which for some reason in her mind suddenly involved being bound up with equally holiday-themed ribbons—<br/><br/>Misaki nearly dropped the plate back down again as she balanced it with the silverware and glass on top of it, her other hand flying to pinch off her nose before she got blood on anything. She beat a very hasty retreat out of the room, all but sprinting the dishes the rest of the way to the kitchen.<br/><br/>Oh dear heavens, and she hadn't even begun to think about this all in the context of having<em>mistletoe</em>all about either.