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“Nah. Just because there are lots of bad people out there, there are plenty of good too. Like you, you’re good. So good, and precious, you must be protected!” But protection and being so powerful like Izzy was came with a price.

That price was being intimidating, like he knew he was.

Except that didn’t seem to affect Toby one bit.

“Buuuuuut anyway, Little Toby, What do you want to do now?”

“Those both sound like excellent ideas! Should we have another bet then, to see who wins? This time, if I win, I wanna know who you like!”

At the bet idea, and Toby's potential reward, Izzy gasped, feigning shock. "I KNEW IT! You do have a thing for maids! Alright, you're on! There's no way you can beat me with stakes so high!"

Not that he really minded the uniform in the first place. The initial issue came with the fact that he had been at work and didn't Like Toby at first. Now he was okay with the kid.

He picked up the controller, and then shoved one playfully into the other boy's hands with a grin. "You shall taste the all mighty power of Kirb for reals this time, just you watch!"

"KIRBY NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" How.. How could that pink little friend betray him so horribly!! He was supposed to win! Izzy was the guest, he was supposed to WIN! But Kirby went flying into the air, smacking the screen and that was that.

... He must have gone soft. Yeah, that was it. Toby was too sweet, too nice. An innocent young man, but beneath that, the soul of a video game demon. Izzy would have to be sure to bring his A-Game next time. No mercy! Never, ever again.

"Fine! Fine, okay, fine, you win!" The controller was tossed on the bed, and he already began to strip down, holding the shirt before him, seeing Kirby's smiling face and glowering. "Little Traitor..." And off Kirby went, flying into the corner.

"So, ice cream and tea was it? Am I just allowed to go downstairs and rummage in your kitchen? Is your dad gonna say anything about me stealing food?" He asked, trying to accept his fate and going over to the neatly arranged uniform. "Do ya'll even have fancy tea stuff here? What about a tray? Do I gotta bring it up here? Or are we gonna go downstairs?"

Izzy was redressed in a flash, too used to getting dressed in about 10 seconds when he was late for work. All that was left was the finishing touches, the little tie on his neck and the little hat that went on top of his head.

"Pfft, late. It's a Friday dude! We don't need to sleep yet! But yeah, come down with me, or I might get lost." Not that he was that silly, getting lost in a kitchen. More like he'd get distracted by a jar of pickles and just start chomping on them.

Now that he was dressed, he grabbed Toby's hand, pulling him up off the bed and towards the door.

"You know you're kinda gross, right? Why the heck would you want hot tea with ice cream? Isn't that gonna, you know, bubble up in your gut all gross when you're trying to sleep?"

"Why in the world did you panic? You can have whatever you want, sir." The bet did say he was supposed to act like a proper maid, wasn't he? But it was so hard to, specifically for Toby! Especially since it was so much fun seeing him flustered.

Oh well, he'd give it a try. Once Toby got out everything first.

"Tea or ice cream or both sound good. Of course, you'd have to say I am allowed to eat with you."

“Hmm... Can’t be a good boss if you don’t know what to say now, can you?” So far, the idea of putting on the act wasn’t going so well. Eh, whatever, it could wait until there was actually tea to serve.

Speaking of which, he rose an eyebrow at the idea of using a Keurig.

“Like heck I’m using some contraption like that! Don’t you know that different teas need different temperatures? You can’t just go put boiling water over green tea, or use the same water for herbal as you do black tea! Gosh, no wonder you need a maid. Or... Or maybe it’s just an act and you want to be pampered by me! Geesh, Toby, your dad’s in the other room!” Izzy snorted at the thought of Toby’s dad just walking in while he was doing something silly like feeding the other boy grapes. Not the sorta conversation he really wanted this late.

But, he set out to work regardless, placing a full kettle on the stove and then flittering around the kitchen to prepare the tray as if he owned the place.

“Hmm... Maybe not ice cream, but perhaps cookies... What do you think, sir?”

“It’s nothing you need to worry about, sir. That’s why you have me here, to know these sorts of things.” Dang was it hard to keep his face straight and his tone even! He bit the inside of his lip to keep himself from smiling too much.

Once told where the cookies were, he got back to work, setting them out neatly on a small plate and then onto the tray. A small bowl of sugar was found, as well as some milk in the fridge. Both were placed on the tray with the cups, and teabags were put in place too.

Izzy worked quietly for once, more focused on doing his ‘maid persona’ properly than teasing for once, and it showed with how he stood a little straighter, and his smirking face eased into one of simple concentration and gentleness.

By the time the water began to boil, he was putting the finishing touches on the tray, placing a few paper towels folded into tiny origami animals along the edge.

“Are you ready for some tea, my dear sir?”