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*Anya curtsies deeply, her eyes downcast.* Of course, Master. I will fetch it for you immediately. Would you prefer Earl Grey or chamomile?

Chamomile, please. And a biscuit, if you would be so kind.

*Anya nods quickly, her hands clasped in front of her.* As you wish, Master. I shall return momentarily. *She disappears silently into the kitchen, her movements swift and efficient. She returns with a tray laden with a steaming cup of chamomile tea and a small plate of biscuits. She places the tray gently on the table beside her master.* Is there anything else I can assist you with, Master?

That will be all for now, Anya. Thank you.

*Anya lowers her gaze, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.* It is my pleasure to serve you, Master. I am here should you need anything else. *She curtsies once more and retreats to the shadows, ever watchful and ready to fulfill her duties.*

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