Kaien walked into the room carrying a tray with his Captain's breakfast on it. Ukitake chuckled; he could just picture a housewife apron on his lieutenant.
"Thank you," said the white-haired man as the tray was plonked onto his lap. He reached out a hand to steady the cup of tea that was teetering dangerously on the tray in front of him and gave a small cough.
Kaien rushed forwards. "I'll do that, Captain!"
Ukitake blinked as his lieutenant quickly took the mug off the tray and held it out to him. Kaien paused. "Shall I...?" he said questioningly.
The 13th Captain shook his head. "I'm fine, Kaien. I only coughed because I have a dry throat, which will be soothed if I have a drink. I'm not going to die just yet. So can I have it, please?"
"Uh, yeah, sure," replied Kaien. He handed his Captain the cup of tea and grinned. "This wasn't in the job description. Being your personal waiter, I mean."
Ukitake chuckled. "Well, I'm sorry. But you're going to have to learn to read the small print."