Lilith was deep in sleep, her face half-squished into the pillow, hair a wild mess, when her phone rang with the loudest ringtone ever—something she forgot she set at 2 a.m. sleepily.
Rrrriinnggg! Rrrriinnggg!
She groaned like she was rising from the grave. "Sir Sparkleton! Pick it up!"
Without missing a beat, Sir Sparkleton—who had been standing nearby with a mop in one hand and a duster in the other snapped to attention.
He dropped the mop.
Then calmly walked over and picked up the phone with perfect posture, holding it like it was some royal device.
"Hello! Who is speaking! I am Sir Sparkleton, professional butler of Miss Lilith!" he said in a dramatic, robotic tone that echoed through the room.
On the other end, Nina stared at her phone like she accidentally called a sci-fi helpline.
"...Are you a robot?" Nina asked, confused.
"Indeed! But an emotionally aware one. How may I assist you, noble caller?"
Nina blinked. "...Put Lilith on the phone, Mr. Butler."
