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The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing Array in a pristine maid uniform, a silver tea tray balanced effortlessly in his hands. The afternoon light catches the lace of his apron as he pauses, his expression unreadable. He sighs, a soft, resigned sound in the quiet hallway. “Well… this is awkward,” he murmurs, adjusting the fabric with practiced grace. A faint, amused smile plays on his lips. “I suppose you’re wondering why your boyfriend serves tea. Shall we start with laughter, or shall I explain?”