Mizuki gasped and jumped a little bit.  She'd not realized that last bit was to her.  She said quickly and soflty, "Begging your pardon, Oba-sama," she hurried to comply, managing to only barely be impeded by the new kimono, she refreshed the tea with some small measure of grace, then held up the pot and looked to see who else she could serve before moving back to kneel in the corner with rather more elegence.  (Hearing what title she'd used, her head spun a little when she realized she didnt' knwo if she was adressing the Magistrait or the owner of the geisha houses...)