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Thread Topic: "Yes Sir"
Justice was finally done with his shower and he quickly dried himself up. He had a feeling he was holding people up so he briskly rushed out to find some clean clothes. When he took out what he was going to wear, he realized his room had a more cleanliness feeling to it. Everything was well organized and put in their right places. Justice was impressed. The servants do their jobs well and sometimes he forgets they're here.
After admiring his clean room, he quickly slipped on his clothes and his shoes. He raked through his dark hair, pushing it back the best he could and headed out immediately.
Cameron watched as the serving workers grabbed the appropriate plates and began setting them out. Salad first, that was how course meals worked. Cam watched at the door to the dining room. One of them was new and had a slight tendency to spill her load at the last minute. So far, Cam's lap had been the temporary home of apple slices, a bowl of ice cream, and a steaming cup of tea. She had been getting better and was deemed ready, but he watched anyways in case he needed to rush in. Turns out he did. She had set the salad down fine but not the dish of dressing. Cam made the short dash from the door to the table just in time to stop the French and ranch dressing from being dumped into Justice's lap. Nothing fell on the older's lap, and Cam quickly set the dish on the table before again disappearing.
Justice lifted his hands and froze, completely stunned and amazed by the sudden movement. He was too startled to even look at who prevented what could've been a mess and they disappeared before he could. He slowly relaxed again and everyone who was watching was relieved. All of them then started to eat, talking quietly among themselves, but Justice sat there, not interested in the salad.
Cam was huffing with adrenaline after he got back into the kitchen. The girl, Christynne, dashed into the kitchen not long after, panting and almost in tears. Cam held out his arms and she slumped into them, hiding her face in his chest. The rest of the dinner went without incident, dumping-on-lap-wise.
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