And like a saint descending from the heavens, Oliver appeared with a cup of tea. Bless him. Oh, bless this perfect, perfect man.

Shutting the cupboard he'd been rummaging through and giving a man a appreciative, but tired, smile, Kazu took the steaming cup and went to sit. "Thank you, Oliver. You know just what I needed. I knew I was right to hire you." He brought the cup to his lips and took a deep breath. The sharp scent of ginger cleared his head, and did he detect a hint of lemon and honey? He'd been blessed by an angel of the night.

With a deep, contented sigh, the man drained the contents of the cup in one go. Yep, that was ginger alright. He could feel the root setting fire to all the problems the...dust had caused. Setting the cup down on the counter with a gentle clink, Kazu rested his head on his hands and watched his new butler curiously. It seemed he'd been busy all night. Kazu had noticed how clean the upstairs rooms were, and had made a special note of which room Oliver had taken.

The man had good taste.

"Why don't you take a break and join me for breakfast? It'd be nice to have some company. And...perhaps another cup of tea?"