"My lord, for breakfast today we have a lovely truffle quiche mixed with jamon." I pour his drink.

"And the tea?" He looks up from his newspaper. 

"Coffee actually my young lord, it's Cafe Creme." I place it down.

"Whatever, I don't much care for the name of the drinks anyhow. It's the flavor that counts." He says.

"Excellent judicium my lord." I say.

"I'm also judicious." He huffs.

I turn. The country of France. I have been here many times before. I've seen the great Efil tower, it seems putridly overrated to me. It's just a building, but then again humans are attached to buildings as I've learned over the centuries. But France is famed for many other things. I turn to him.

"You seem a bit stressed." I point out. 

"I'm fine. It's nothing." He snuffs.

"Of course, my young lord." I say. 

"Ciel!!!" I hear Lady Elizabeth.

She grabs him quickly.

"Oh, Lizzie, whatever are you doing here so early?" He asks.

"I was in the area when I saw your little away home. I missed you." She smiles.

"I have work to do." He huffs.

"I know Ciel, I just wanted to drop by." She smiles.

"Okay." Ciel stands up.

"Are we going my lord?" I ask.

"Of course, don't be daft." He says.