He takes his time.

Stewart couldn't wait to prompt the command he had prepared for the moment, but not just yet. There were many moments where he thought he should had just run for it, but there were manners to be had. Sometimes, things were best fully savored with patience. This was one of them. The last moments where they'll stop being themselves around the manor. How he will love the before and after changes. He will have to remember it, because no one else besides him will.

Stewart took his time to introduce the girls of himself, the history of the building he had learned from his grandparents and finished it with a tour around and in the manor, not showing the attic's existence. Lastly he started to help the girls who wanted the help to move their heavy baggage to their rooms on the second floor, where all the bedrooms were.

"Thanks for your kindness, Sir-, Stewart. May I call you by your name? I'm not really too fond of formalities", said Brooklyn.

"Haha, I'm with you on that one", was his answer. "Mind me call you by your name as well?"

"Sure! Okay, thanks for the help, but I don't really feel comfortable you being here when I'm about to unpack my items". She tried her best to not offend the landlord she just met, but that was easily brushed aside by Stewart.

"Oh, no problems, notes taken. Privacy is one of those I'm all too familiar with. I was a teenager too, you know, and I respect yours as well. Anyways, I'm off to see if anyone else needs help moving. See you."

Some accepted his help, the twins didn't. They got each others back. Not much of a concern of his, since that would be all changed soon. Meanwhile when the girls were all setting up their belongings in their respective rooms, Stewart started to make a late lunch downstairs. The machine couldn't be reached yet, since the attic's entrance wasn't in his master bedroom, but in the large corridor where all bedrooms were connected to.

Despite the large manor, the smell of cooking slowly raised to the girls nostrils on the second floor.

"Mhmm, that smells wonderful", was one of the twins comment, Tegan. "Do you smell it?". The other four girls nodded one after another when they took their attention away from their current activities. "Will he cook for us too during our stay? Did he mention it? Has anyone heard of that?"

The other girls shook their heads, not remembering that kind of deal.

"Well, it would be great if it was", Natalie replied. "I was worried about food. I'm not a good cook myself. That would be one less worry. I'm think I'm really glad to be here. It isn't too pricey, lots of space and look at the pool! The scenery of garden! And a dedicated soundproof study room! How does he manage all those himself? I haven't seen anyone else besides him. Anyway, I think I'm going to enjoy my time here."

All the girls nodded, including Stewart who was eavesdropping. He didn't mean to do it, he was on his way to say the food was done, but after hearing Tegan's first remark, he just stopped and listened. And no, cooking was not a service he provided. He thought a celebration was needed, but they took it the wrong way. Teenagers. Either way, the rules will be established soon. He waited a moment while the conversation went on before going to invite them for lunch, which they all happily accepted.

Gathering at the dinner table, despite what he had decided earlier, Stewart served them each a plate. Trying to find an excuse for this event, he commemorated their studies, move-in and him himself becoming landlord. No chance of him becoming their cook now, forgetting momentarily that it could be easily changed with the machines help.

"It really tastes great! Where did you learn all these dishes?", Elle asked. She seemed to be in disbelief that a young male (although he was older) could cook this well.

"Remember the grandparents I mentioned? I had the luxury of learning from the best when they didn't have the technical, advanced kitchen. Modern technology and kitchen tools makes it easier for food to attain more refined taste."

They familiarized with each other and the conversation among them got happily louder. Stewart decided it was time to leave the table. He excused himself and made sure no one decided to follow him before entering the attic silently.

Standing next to the machine, with his fingertips away from the button which would realize all his desires, he hesitated if he had forgotten anything else. Why the wavering?

Despite the powerful machine he had built up would supposedly change anything in its boundary, it still had further limitations. After he used it to change his body for the better, the machine overheated, to the point that the attic was full of smokes. And then he realized that people would be surprised and perhaps question why he was the landlord. So he had to setup that too once the machine stabilized, which took much longer than he expected, which further delayed his plans. Those were the reasons he took months to plan out the command details, consequences of them, pros and cons. He had settled for one that would be of his interest for the term, perhaps permanent for all his intended use.

There was no use pondering further, any more would put more doubts if he has done anything right with the preparation. Stewart pressed the button and went downstairs, closing the hidden entrance to attic after him.