David strolled into the kitchens, where most of the maids were busy tending to the hearths. The moment they saw him, their faces broke into welcoming smiles.
"Young master, we've made your favorite beef stew!"
"Would you like to have some now, young master?"
"Young master…" Beatrice approached, a knowing look on her face. She recognized the mischievous grin he was wearing; it was the same one he'd had right before he showed them the faucet.
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