"Master, I have brought your tea."
Ciel sat up groggily and accepted his drink. "Why are you lade, Sebaztian?"
Sebastian bowed. "Please forgive me, Master. There was an urgent matter I needed to attend to downstairs."
Ciel took a sip of tea and frowned. "What was so urgedt that you were lade with by dea?"
Sebastian handed him a handkerchief. "Blow your nose, my lord."
Ciel blew his nose with a noise like a congested elephant, swallowed the last of his tea, and lay back against his pillows. "I'm hungry."
Sebastian bowed again. "Then I shall bring you some soup, and then explain as to why I was so inexcusably late."
Ciel blew his nose again, this time sounding like a honking goose. Sebastian kept his face purposely smooth as he exited the room.
Sebastian paced up and down the length of the room, gesticulating with both hands as he recounted the morning's events. Ciel sipped his soup, listening interestedly.
"So what happened after the burglar threw the chicken at you?" he wanted to know.
Sebastian smiled. "I dismembered the chicken, naturally."
"Is the dismembered chicken now in my soup?" Ciel demanded. Sebastian bowed. "Very astute, Master. I saw no sense in wasting it."
Ciel thought about that.
"Well, it's good. It appears to have cleared my nasal passages somewhat."
Sebastian smiled. "Wonderful. May I suggested that you attempt to rest whilst I clean the remain of the burglar off of the front walk?"
Ciel frowned. "I thought you dismembered the chicken."
Sebastian, heading for the door, turned.
"Of course I did," he replied breezily. "I simply took the liberty of dismembering the burglar too."
Ciel nodded, his eyelids drooping. "Well, then, go clean it up."
Sebastian bowed once more, and left the room.
