(Apologies, I didn't mean to put you on the spot^^; )
The young lady's face lit up with amusement as she watched her patron take a seat in the chair from the night prior. She herself then continued to the back of the parlor and into the kitchen, a tune heavy on her lips. Her hands rose up to the cupboard again and she closed her green eyes once more. Popping open the door she reopened them and spotted the PG Tips. Her hands made to grab at them and then she stopped with a scowl.
"I forgot to wash up! How rude of me!" She looked over to the sink and then sighed. No, no, she really did need a shower after all her hard work. It wasn't right to be serving in the kitchen in the manor she was. And so the young lady tip toed to the back door, conveniently connected to the very same room she was in and headed out.
It was just a moment, when one of her irises turned silver, the other obsidian. And then the young lady's hands began to glow faintly. She put them atop her head, breathed in and the let out a rush of air from her lips. Her hands flew down her front and the dirt, grime, green residue raced down her body with them. And then as her hands stopped at her feet all the debris dropped to the ground. She gave a satisfied nod and then wandered back in, picking up the tea and setting up the kettle.