~Maya's POV~

I had finished cleaning, so I decided to run off and do something. I put away the last pot and left Agnes to finish explaining to Bard the necessary absence of flame throwers during the production of Sushi. He finally seemed to be catching on, so I figured they'd be fine. I aimlessly wandered the halls until I came to a hallway I hadn't been in before. I rounded a corner and instantly darted back around and sank against the wall with my hand over my mouth. Had I seriously just seen Abigail and Sebastian having a "moment"? Oh, yes I had. I considered telling everyone, but decided to just keep my mouth shut and see how this evolved. I peeked back around the corner, and saw him lean in and say something before turning and leaving Abigail in a daze. She was obviously internally fanigirling like a, well, fangirl. She regained her senses and started to walk in my direction. I slipped away into another corridor and left Abigail to her still slightly disoriented state. I didn't want to ruin her moment, so I decided to go and find some other way to entertain myself.

I had returned to my wandering and eventually ran into Meyrin.

"Oh, there you are!" she exclaimed, "Sebastian wanted to see you. Please follow me." She led me through the hallways and I pondered what Sebastian could possibly want with me. We eventually reached Abigail's and my bedroom door and she ushered me inside. Sebastian was waiting in there along with some dresses draped across the chair and beds.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, I did. You see, we must figure out some new wardrobe arrangements for you. Abigail should be on her way up, and we can then devise a new selection for you." As if on cue, Abigail slipped through the door to stand next to me. Sebastian gave her a similar speech to the one that I had just received and retrieved two dresses that looked just like Meyrin's.

"You can wear these when you are working," he stated and handed us the dresses. I held up my dress and examined it before draping it over my arm. Sebastian also selected to simple, at least by Victorian standard, dresses with matching coats. Mine was a deep purple and Abigail's was dark green.

"These will be good for when you must go out for whatever reason. And this," he gestured to a rich red dress on the bed, very similar in style to the fancier blue one that I had lost in a tree, " is yours, Maya, for whenever it is necessary to dress up. Now," he stated, "I am aware of your opposition to corsets, so you will not need to wear them except for when it is absolutely necessary. There are under and nightclothes in the dresser. That is all for now, so if you will excuse me, I must speak with Agnes and Brittany." On that note, he turned and left us. I heard a slight hiss from Abigail and noticed her glaring at her Elizibeth Midleford pink dress.

"I'm still stuck with pink." Did I mention that Abigail is none too fond of the color pink?

"At least you don't have to wear it all of the time," I tried to console her.

"That's true."

"I guess that we should get ready for dinner."

"Yeah, what do you think we should wear?"

"The maid outfits, I guess."

"Probably," she agreed with me and retrieved hers. We retreated to our opposite sides of the room and changed into our dresses. Thankfully we were actually able to put these ones on by ourselves. I finished tying my apron and let my hair out of its bun and shook it out. Once she had done the same, I walked up to her and bumped into her shoulder.

"Soo?" I asked.

"What?"

"Sebatian?"

"You already know what I think of him."

"Ummhmm, Ummhmm. I know, and I also know what he thinks of you," I started to tease her.

"What do you mean?"

"I saw you in the hallway."

"Oh yeah, that," she started to blush, which, by the way is very out of character for her.

"Come on," I grabbed her wrist, "let's stop dawdling and get to dinner. I'm hungry."

"Agreed," she stated and followed me.

~Brittany's POV~

Agnes and I had changed into our new maid's outfits and were on our way to dinner.

"So, how was your day?" I asked her.

"It was pretty productive, actually. I managed to make something mildly resembling sushi with Bard. What about you?"

"It was good, I got to meet Finny. He's really sweet."

"He's always seemed sweet."

"He's scared of you guys though."

"A lot of people are. I mean, we did kidnap him. Twice."

"Yeah, that'll do it." After that we rounded the corner and ran into Maya and Abigail who were in maid outfits like ours. Abigail was blushing and I wondered what Maya could have possibly said or done that would make Abigail, of all people, blush.

"Hey, guys, we were just on our way to dinner," Maya greeted us.

"Us too," said Agnes.

"How did your sushi go?" Maya asked Agnes.

"The kitchen is still standing, so I would consider it a success." As Agnes finished her sentence, we heard Sebastian calling that the table was set and it was time to dine. It was summer so it was still light outside, and Sebastian had decided to take advantage of that and have us dine outside. It was really enjoyable. As per usual, Maya tore through her food, Agnes scolded her for eating too fast, and Abigail bounced her head to some mental tune. I picked at my salad and pondered our situation. I wondered if we were ever going to get out of this world, and what was going on back in our own. In the meantime, I decided to just enjoy it.

~Sebastian's POV~

I stood in my usual position behind the young master and observed our guests. I felt that at that point I had developed a fairly good idea of their personalities. I didn't know why, but I found myself particularly drawn to Abigail. I watched as she bobbed her head as she ate noticed to slight bounce to her choppy haircut as she did so. I thought back to her reaction to me earlier. I found myself amused by the jump in her heart rate and how she stiffened her spine at my touch. All of the girls were interesting, but I must admit that I felt a particular pull to that one.

~Maya's POV~

I excused myself from the table and decided to go return Undertaker's clothes while it was still light out. I strode away from the table and up to my room in the manor. I tucked my other two dresses away in the dresser and gathered Undertaker's coat. I tossed it over my shoulder and opened the window to exit (doors are overrated). I slipped out my window and down the tree, this time I was lucky enough not to lose my clothing.

I landed in the soft grass and started off towards Undertaker's. We had stayed up and talked for hours that last night. I will admit that Abigail wasn't exactly wrong in her earlier assumptions.

I had tried to memorize the way to Undertaker's after the last time I had gone, and, after a few wrong turns, found my way relatively easily. I approached the wooden door and cracked it open.

"Undertaker?"

"Can I help you?" I heard over the creaking of a coffin lid.

"I came to return your coat," I stated as I stepped into the shop and saw him emerge from his coffin. "Thank you for letting me borrow it, and for letting me stay the night."

"It was no problem at all, I found you quite amusing I will admit."

"I'm glad I wasn't any bother."

"It's not often that I get living guests."

"No offense, but you do come off as a bit creepy, and some people tend to be scared by that."

"Are you scared by it?"

"No. You may have some creepy tendencies, but I think you're sweet."

"Sweet, hmm? That's not usually what people seem to think."

"Well, that's their loss." My eyes locked with his, at least I think they did, I couldn't really see them, and all was still.

"You're sweet too," he whispered. Apparently he had moved closer at some point and I hadn't noticed.

"I usually come off as a bit crazy."

"A bit of craziness is good. It keeps life fun. Do you want some tea?"

"Sure," I answered, and he bounced off to make the tea.

~Abigail's POV~

Shortly after Maya left, the rest of us began to finish and people started to trickle away to do whatever it is that they do. I considered initiating a game of "let's see how much crap we can get down each other's shirts", but I wasn't so sure how well that would go over with Ciel, so I just excused myself and wandered off.

I was wandering around in the garden and watching the sunset. Ciel had a lovely garden. Finny definitely did a good job taking care of it. As I was wandering, I must have been distracted by the sunset, because I caught my foot on a rock and went plummeting towards the floor. I stuck my hands out to catch myself, but I was apparently a bit late. I smacked my face into the ground and felt something wet and warm on my cheek. I sat up and touched my fingers to the side of my face to find them with blood on the tips. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around and saw Sebastian standing behind me.

"Are you alright?" He kneeled down in front of me and held my chin. He tilted my head back so that he could see my face better, and touched a finger to my cheek. I flinched and removed his finger.

"I'm fine," I said.

"Hold still," he told me, "this may hurt a bit, but I promise it will help." He then moved his face closer to mine and gently touched the tip of his tongue to the cut and ran it across. It did hurt, but the pain quickly subsided.

"What was that all about?" I asked him.

"Demon saliva has healing properties," he stated.

"That's a bit ironic."

"Yes, I suppose it is," he agreed and stood up. He extended a hand to me and I took it. He helped me stand up and looked at my cheek again.

"That should be better my morning. Now, please allow me to escort you to your room." I agreed and he extended his arm. I looped my hand through it and we returned to the house. He led me through a few hallways, and we arrived at my room all too soon. Outside of my door, he turned me to face him and bent down so that his face was hovering above mine.

~Sebastian's POV~

I stood outside of Abigail's room with her, and decided to test my luck. Something told me that she would have no objections, so I bent my head and looked into her eyes. I held her gaze for a moment, and closed the last few inches. My lips met hers and she seemed surprised for a moment, but soon after put her hands on my shoulders and raised herself onto her toes. I broke away and whispered to her,

"Good night, please do try to avoid injuring yourself again," then left to go and make sure that the others were staying out of trouble.

~Abigail's POV~

Sebastian left me standing in front of my door in shock. I raised a hand to my lips and vowed to never wash them again.