Demand that she makes you something to eat

“There is, yes,” you answer, “you know, I was in the Mall with Eric the entire day and it seems I missed lunch. I want you to make me some. Nothing special. Just an egg with some bread will do.”

“Oh, yes I noticed you were not at the table,” Mitsu says a little uncomfortable, “the kitchen is in the ground floor, on the right next to the dining room. The chef is always there.”

“Very interesting,” you comment short, “so, what are you waiting for? Move your sweet ass, honey!”

“Oh … I … I’m afraid I can’t young mistress,” Mitsu stutters and blushes, “the head servant told me to clean all windows.”

“Fine, but I think my order tops the one of the head servant,” you reply strict and cross your arms.

“Of course, it does,” Mitsu agrees uncomfortable, “but I should finish this before I take a new work.”

“Mitsu, are you trying to tell you want to reject my order?” you ask strict and get a step closer to intimidate Mitsu, “because for me it sounds this way.”

“O-of course not,” Mitsu answers and slightly panics, “I … I would never do that. I … I go right now, mistress.”

“Perfect,” you say pleased, “I knew there was just a minor misunderstanding. I will wait in the dining room.”

You head downstairs and sit down on the dining table. Mitsu uncomfortably walks past you to the kitchen. You decide to look through your mobile phone while waiting and consider downloading a game. But suddenly Mitsu appears again next to you. Much too early, nervous like hell and without any food.

“M-mistress, I …” Mitsu stutters nervous, “there is a problem. I … I’m really sorry, but I can’t get you your order.”

“I’m listening,” you reply strict, “why are you back so early and without anything to eat?”

“Well, the … the chef doesn’t believes that the order is from you,” Mitsu explains and looks embarrassed to the ground, “he believes it is from me. He said none of the masters would ever order such a simple meal. He said I made this up and wanted the food for myself. And that I’m just lazy and lied to get lunch before my work is done.”

“What do you mean?” you ask unsure, “it’s after 2 pm. Are you telling me you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast?”

“Oh, no, I haven’t mistress,” Mitsu mumbles shy, “my duties prevented it. I was told to finish cleaning the windows first. I … I’m terribly sorry to disappoint you, mistress. Please don’t be mad at me!”