''I do, in fact. What time would you like to be woken up tomorrow? And what time would you like breakfast ready?''
''Oh!'' the Dollmaker's cheeks flushed for a moment raising her hands in the air and waving them a little. ''It's quite alright, you don't have to make me breakfast.''
''It's my job to serve you and your household unless one of the other Lord's requests my assistance. But if you do not wish for me to make you breakfast, then I am in no position to object.'' she explained calmly.
All of this was so new to the Dollmaker. When she was a child, there was a kind gardener who worked the grounds of the estate, but he had long since passed. For the longest time it had only been her, Angie and the dolls she created apart from the brief visits from Alcina and her daughters. In truth, Donna had no idea what it was like to have someone serve her and her home.
''You can do what you like in the morning.'' The Dollmaker looked down at Angie as if asking for guidance. Angie merely shook her head at the tall woman.
''Something... I like?'' Lex said but it sounded more like a question. Lex saw the Dollmaker look curiously at her. The snowy haired woman had never been asked to do something she liked before. She had only ever worked in jobs that required her to do what others' needed her to do in order to support herself and someone she cared about more deeply than anything else.
''What do you like to do in the morning?'' Lady Beneviento inquired. Lex cupped her chin, looking at the ground before answering.
''Well, I do actually enjoy cooking in the morning.'' she said, looking back up at the Dollmaker.
''I see. Well, uh, in that case, you wouldn't mind waking me up at eight a.m. would you?'' she asked shyly.
''I don't mind at all, what time would you like breakfast to be done?''
''How does eight-thirty sound?'' the ravenette suggested, once again, asking Lex what she wanted.
''If that is the time you wish breakfast to be done at, it shall be so.'' 
***
The ding of the elevator brought Lex back from her memory. She was surprised to see herself in the basement since she had no recollection of stepping into the elevator.
Lex removed herself from the elevator and made her way into Lady Beneviento's study. There were shelves of books and cabinets littering the interior. There was a small desk in the middle of the room with a projector resting on top of it.
She passed through the study and stepped into the hallway. When she came to fork in the hallway, she looked to the right. If she was remembering the layout of the basement correctly, to the right was the medicine room and doll workshop and to her left was the kitchen and Lady Beneviento's personal bedroom.
Lex took a chance and decided to take a left, half convinced she was going in the wrong direction. When she passed by the kitchen, she knew she was on the right track. She briefly glanced at the clock in the kitchen, it was seven fifty seven a.m. 
As she walked down the hallway, she could hear little whispers in her ear and giggles of a little girl. She could see a familiar, shadowy figure dart in and out of her peripheral vision. She tried to ignore it until she felt something warm brush against the back of her hand.