"Wha -" Jakob breathed, his eyes widening in disgust and horror upon laying eyes on what he was seeing. He shook his head in disbelief. "I'm sorry, Ananias, but what exactly do you think you are doing?!"

Ananias looked up innocently, but dully, answered, "Sewing up Corrin's cape." He held the cape up for Jakob to see for himself. "See? There was a big gash in it and I offered to sew it up for him while he's off training."

Jakob pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Yes, I can see that, but do you realize just how pitiful of a job you're doing?"

Ananias looked down at the cape and cocked an eyebrow in surprise upon inspecting his handiwork. "What's so pitiful about it?" he asked.

"Your hands," Jakob said, forcefully taking the cape and sewing needle from Ananias' hands as he did, "lack any type of sewing finesse whatsoever! Give me that!" He then sat down and began to continue where Ananias had left off. He shook his head disapprovingly. "Honestly, watching you sew is akin to watching a fawn attempting to walk on ice! Who even gave you the idea that you had any sort of talent regarding sewing to begin with? I ought to give them a piece of my mind after I'm through!"

"No one did," Ananias weakly replied. "I just offered to do it is all. I mean, I was free at the time and it's not like I've never sewn before…."

"Hmph, I see," Jakob scoffed. "So then, instead of going to someone, such as myself, who actual is proficient in sewing, you decided that it would be better to do the job yourself with those clunky hands of yours, hmm?"

"Well, I mean, when you put it that way, I guess I wasn't really thinking too far ahead with that…."

"Yes, that seems to be another recurring problem with you, isn't it?" Jakob relentlessly chided. "All willingness, but no brains. No wonder you were just a simple messenger before now! 'Oh, take this package over there, Ananias!' 'Can you deliver this to my cousin who lives here, Ananias?' 'Good job going from one place to another, Ananias!'" Jakob shook his head in disgust. "Honestly, you're even worse than a dog, because at least a dog can do more than just play a simple game of fetch!"

Ananias took a deep breath and clenched his fists in an attempt to keep himself calm. "Well, that's not very nice."

"It wasn't supposed to be," Jakob stated simply. "If anything, hopefully me shaming you like his will finally force you to put in a little bit more effort around here, hmm?"

"You don't think I put any effort into anything I do?" Ananias muttered.

"Well," Jakob said, nonchalantly shrugging as he did, "basic thinking requires at least some amount of effort, doesn't it? And you've already proven thus far that you're even incapable of doing that, so yes, I suppose I do think that about you."

Ananias gulped angrily before standing up and saying, "Fair enough," it was then that a sudden idea popped into his head and, without thinking, he decided to implement it, "but I'm a little bit surprised that Corrin would allow all of this."

Jakob momentarily stopped sewing for a bit before resuming his work and asking, "Hmph, whatever are you blabbering about?"

"I'm blabbering about your attitude," Ananias answered.

"And what does my attitude have to do with Master Corrin?"

"Well, everything, right?" Ananias questioned. "I mean, he's your superior, right?"

"Yes, that's usually why ones such as I would refer to someone else as 'master'," Jakob dryly replied.

"Right," Ananias calmly went on. "And in order for you to do anything a certain way under him, he has to approve of it first, right?"

Jakob let out an exasperated sigh. "If this tangent is ever going to go somewhere, I would rather wish that it went there sooner rather than later."

"What I'm saying," Ananias explained, "is that your whole attitude towards everyone besides him… does he honestly approve of all that?"

Jakob sewing noticeably went to a half after that. "W-Well, I mean, he's at least somewhat aware of it…."

"He… he doesn't even know about it?"

Jakob gulped nervously. "Well, he's noticeably… not around whenever I am having my most passionate of spats."

"And, being the good and faithful servant that you are, you're just okay with leaving that as it is?"

Jakob eyed Ananias strangely. "Whatever do you mean by that?"

"I mean," Ananias began to say, "what if Corrin doesn't approve of his servants acting like you do to everyone besides himself? By not bringing it to his attention and asking whether he's okay with it or not, you're basically taking all of this into your own hands, and isn't that, I don't know, a little bit insolent of you?"

Jakob's jaw dropped a bit upon hearing this as his eyes narrowed questionably. "I… yes, I suppose you have… somewhat of a point there."

After a long and thoughtful moment of silence between the two, Ananias asked, "So, what are you going to do about it?"

Jakob glared at him. "That is none of your concern." He then handed Ananias back Corrin's cape. "Here is my master's cape. All sewn up. Like it should be."

Ananias reluctantly took it. "Thanks," he deadpanned. "I'll give it to him and make sure that he knows that you did it."

"That would be the right thing to do, yes." Once Ananias left, however, Jakob shook his head and muttered, "To think that even a simpleton like him could bring up such a burning question. How embarrassing!"