"Kati!" I greeted, striding into one of the guest rooms. She was kneeling by the fireplace, busy with the task at hand.
She glanced up at me and but stayed focused.
"You are an absolute pal, Kati. Are you aware of that?" I said, throwing myself into a chair opposite her position. I saw a small grin grace her face.
"Where'd you think to get two different type of shoes? That was a stroke of genius, I must say."
Kati sat back on her heels. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about, Master Bertie. Though I did advise Mr. Seppings that the lawn has been a bit of a mess lately. I gave the same advice to Charlie, the stable boy."
She stood up, leaving behind a fire crackling merrily. "Good evening, Master Bertie."