"Um.." Well. Alisa didn't expect that response actually, and she flushed pink. "I mean..." She's right -there-.

... Or was, because when Alisa glances over towards the table, the Elite Maid was no longer there, but the usual breakfast feast was. "... one of these days I'm going to ask her how she does that..."

Still she did appreciate that Sharon was giving them a little more time in privacy...

... even though Alisa wasn't looking forward to the world class teasing and grilling that was to follow later.