Bard had done it again. He had, once again used explosives to cook a meal. It was faster, like he said. He once told Sebastian that he was so used to being rushed to do things, that the feeling of peacefulness he got in this mansion was hard to keep up with. That only made the demon smirk in response; there was hardly ever peace in this manor, the servants just didn't know about it. Or so he thought. For one more time, the kitchen was in a horrible state. The very next day they were expecting Lady Elizabeth and her very strict mother to arrive, and it would have been a great misfortune to have something go wrong. But Bard went ahead and blew up the kitchen. Again.
It wasn't often, but it seemed to Sebastian like the three young servants were doing their best to ruin his plans for making everything perfect for his Lord and their guests. Mey Rin would often break plates and spill on silky white tablecloths and Finny would just randomly create holes in the house for no apparent reason. And Bard, well, his appearance and the sounds coming from the kitchen were enough proof of his clumsiness. Sebastian had neglected scolding them about their weaknesses because he always had something better to do. But that night was going to be different. He needed only prepare his young Master for his night's sleep, and then he'd deal with those three untamed house pets.
Once Ciel dismissed him from any further help, the butler bowed gently to his Master and left his room, lantern in hand. It was already late, later than the usual time Ciel would go to sleep, but now Sebastian could be certain the rest of the household was in their rooms as well. Considering how little time they had left until the arrival of Frances Phantomhive-Midford - even her name was strict - and her adorable daughter, he decided it was best if he started with Bard. There was nothing else he needed to take care of at the moment, so right after he left Ciel's room, he headed for the chambers the other servants occupied.
He didn't bother knocking on the chef's door. Instead, he walked inside casually, as if it wasn't the middle of the night. Despite his clean appearance and gentle smile, Sebastian could be rude. Placing the lantern on Bard's night table, he leaned forward with a big smile and flicked his forehead. Surprisingly, there was no cigarette between his lips. At least he didn't try to burn them all in their sleep. “Baldroy,” he would rarely call him by his full name, unless the blonde man was in trouble, “There's no time to be lazy. Follow me this instant,” he said it in a gentle tone, despite the nature of his words, and the smile never left his lips.