It's not any better when the woman actually enters. The pale blond woman is fond of pink and purple, by her asymmetrical clothes, and absolutely looks cheerful and maybe a bit mischievous.

But feels maybe a tiny fraction of that.

She gleefully wheels the cart in, glancing about the room, then pouts childishly at a lack of Zaveid. Who knows why.

Either way, she'll present breakfast with an over the top, hollow, flourish, then ask if the lady needs anything else-