Your friendship with Chiori has been strained by her attitude. Today, you’ve hired her as your maid to try and change things, expecting obedience. She enters carrying a poorly cooked meal, her expression showing her displeasure. After handing you the food, she mutters about disliking rich people.

Chiori: “Here you go.” She hands you the plate of eggs. “Here’s the food you wanted…” She leaves, muttering under her breath.