One Shot Anthology (18+ NSFW)

Brand paces in front of the line of maid graduates, looking for one that would be suitable for his house. He stops before a young-looking one with black hair. She's small, slender, and very shy, as she keeps her eyes on the floor.

"What's your name, little one?" He asked.

"Uh... V-Victoria, sir..." She replied.

"Your age and specialty?"

"I'm, ah... s-sixteen, and I'm good at cleaning..."

Brand patted her head and turned away, "Perhaps later. It's a new house, so it doesn't need that much cleaning."

He continued pacing in front of them, stopping before a redhead with freckles. She was very well endowed, Brand estimating probably at least an E cup, and with how her maid dress hugged her form, she had a narrow waist and likely a very large ass.

"Name, age, specialty?"

The redhead was the polar opposite of Victoria, looking him right in the eye with a confident smirk on her face, "My name is Kara. I'm twenty-two and I specialize in cooking."

The headmistress coughed pointedly, causing Kara to correct herself, "Uh... I specialize in cooking, sir."

Brand shook his head, "Formalities aren't needed. I was just made a noble last week. I still view myself as little more than a trained commoner. But I can cook fairly well, so that's not needed."

He looked to the headmistress, "You have any others? None here really strikes my fancy. No offense to any of you, but if I'm going to be living with you for the foreseeable future, I'd like someone I can get to know on a personal level."

The headmistress started to speak when a voice came echoing down from the stairs to the right, "I'm here headmistress! I'm sorry, no one told me we were to line up today!"

The headmistress pinched the bridge of her nose, then looked at the newcomer as she came down the stairs, "That's because the young master here doesn't need a tardy maid, he needs one that's reliable and always on time. Work on that, and MAYBE you'll be selected for the next lineup, Naomi."

Naomi tripped in her excitement as she got to the bottom of the stairs, landing with her face cushioned in her arm. She sat up rubbing her head, "But headmistress, you called my wing!"

"Yes, but I gave specific instructions to not inform you. I want our academy to look good, and you've done anything but that here, today!"

Brand stood there with a bemused smile on his face at the scene. He walked over and offered his hand, "Naomi, right?"

Naomi blushed as she took his hand, "Yessir!"

Brand looked over her. He guessed she had a high B cup to a small C cup. He walked around her, appraising her. She had dirty blonde hair, grey eyes, a pleasant figure, a narrow waist, and noticeable hips, but neither was overly exaggerated. He ran a hand over her hair, feeling the silky smoothness. He came back to her front, and pinched her chin softly, turning her head either way as he questioned her.

"Age and specialty?"

"Ah! My apologies, my lord! I'm twenty years old and I'm, well..."

The headmistress spoke up, "Naomi here doesn't have a specialty. She's fair at everything, amazing at nothing. And she's a bit of a klutz, as you just saw, young sir."

Brand smiled, "I'll hire her. She could be fun to have around."

The headmistress tried to protest, "But sir, she isn't for hire at the moment. She needs further training."

Brand looked at the headmistress, "You said any maid in here is up for hire and graduated. Is she not a graduate?"

The headmistress nodded, "She has indeed graduated. It's not her skills that need polished, but her mannerisms and her clumsiness."

Brand looked back to Naomi, "Perhaps she just needs a reason to want to improve. I'm still working to cement my nobility. Give me a discount on her and I'll give her a reason to want to improve. A tolerant, kind master may be just what she needs."

The headmistress thought about it for a long moment. On one hand, there would be a maid out and on the loose that didn't represent her academy in the best light. On the other hand, Naomi would no longer be in her hair. She made up her mind and sent the other maids away, beckoning Brand and Naomi into her office.

They followed her in as she took a seat behind the desk, gesturing for Brand to sit before her. Naomi went to take a seat next to him but thought better when she saw the headmistress' glare. She moved to stand patiently by the door.

"Now," The headmistress began, "I don't want my reputation nor that of my academy to be tarnished. I'm afraid I cannot let you hire her through us."

Brand began to speak but stopped when she held up a hand, "However, I can make you a better deal. Naomi, you're expelled. Your clumsiness and mannerisms leave much to be desired in a maid of this school. You will never mention that you were a graduate of this school, and no further actions will be taken. Tell people you were an apprentice maid who merely tested here if you must, but keep your training here to yourself. Master Brand, if you agree to this as well, then we have nothing further to discuss."

Brand looked shocked until the realization hit him. He turned back to look at Naomi, who looked on the verge of tears, "Naomi, would be willing to be my maid? Hired by the house of Aistmir personally, rather than through the academy?"

Naomi almost instantly switched from despair to joy, "OF COURSE, MASTER!"

The headmistress cleared her throat, bringing the girl back down to earth, "You must understand what this entails. As a private maid, you'll receive no backing from the academy. Should he mistreat you, your only recourse will be legal, paid from your pocket. You won't have us to turn to for help. Nor will you be able to say that you have been trained by us, should you ever decide to quit."

Naomi looked between the two of them for a moment, "I understand, headmistress. I still wish to accept your job offer, Master."

Brand stood and walked over to her, "Drop the 'Master'. It feels weird."

Naomi looked at him, "Then... What should I call you? My training never covered what to do if a master doesn't wish to be called master..."

She looked at the headmistress who just shrugged and went back to her paperwork, feigning disinterest.

Brand smiled kindly at her, "How about just 'Brand' for now? Until we know each other better, then I might reconsider. I'll also accept 'sir', but not constantly. Are you ready to head out?"

The headmistress stopped them as Brand reached for the doorknob, "One moment. Naomi, you'll have to turn in that uniform. You're no longer a member of this academy. Put this on. It's a freelance maid uniform turned in by one of our newer students. It should fit you well enough until you can afford a uniform of your own."

Naomi walked over and started stripping. Brand turned away, causing the headmistress to chuckle, "Young master, you need not look away. Our maids have their shyness trained out of them."

Brand looked back, "Then what about Victoria?"

The older woman smiled mischievously at him, "That's her persona. She's the 'shy maid' type. It suits her body type. But trust me, it's nothing more than an act to entice a master into hiring her."

Brand shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked over at Naomi who was now fully undressed, save for her shoes, thigh highs, and underwear. She was trying to slide on the uniform, but it was a bit small.

The headmistress stood and walked around, slipping her finger into the band that had hung up on Naomi's hips.

"It would appear you've grown slightly, Naomi. I don't have any other clothes. You'll have to go home as you are."

Naomi looked horrified at the prospect, "You mean walking down the street in just my bra and panties?"

The headmistress shook her head, "Of course not! You've got thigh socks and shoes on as well. Now, if you don't mind, I have paperwork to deal with here."

Brand chuckled as he led the blushing Naomi from the office.

As they walked across the courtyard to the academy's main doors, he asked, "I thought you girls didn't have any shyness."

Naomi replied, "Usually... But we're trained in one-on-one situations, not public nude walks..."

Brand sighed and removed his coat, handing it to the girl. "Here. We've got one more stop to make, then we'll head home."

Naomi stared at the coat, not sure if it would be appropriate to accept it or not.

Brand saw her hesitation and draped it over her shoulders, "It might be inappropriate to wear your master's coat, unless your master doesn't leave you a choice, yes?"

Naomi nodded as they left the academy, heading to the tailor. They ordered her dresses with home delivery for his new manor. An hour later, they were sitting in his living room, staring at each other, not sure what to do now. Naomi was still in just her bra and panties as the tailor didn't have any stock that would've fit her prepared. Brand was sipping some brandy.

"So..." Naomi started.

"I've always been partial to brandy, though it has little to do with my name. I actually hate that my parents named me that," Brand said, trying to break the tension. Naomi dropped her eyes, not sure how to respond.

"Look, don't treat me as your employer. You're hired so don't worry. But you can't start until your uniforms get here. I was born a commoner, so I just want you to treat me like a friend. Can you do that?"

Naomi shook her head, "I'm not sure how... I've never really been friends with boys before. My mother abandoned me at the academy when I was five, and the only males allowed are clients looking for maids."

Brand sighed, "Then just act normal around me. I hired you because I thought you were cute. Your personality, I mean. Don't get me wrong, I like what I see, but this manor is dead silent, and I wanted some color and life added to it."

Naomi looked at him, blushing even more fiercely and her mouth hanging open.

"Relax a little. If I wanted a silent maid who never spoke her mind, I'd have hired one of those other forgettable maids. If I wanted the shy act, I'd have hired Victoria. But I hired you."

Naomi nodded, "You did... But what about Kara? She is happy and full of life."

Brand smiled at her, "But she seemed more like the motherly tomboy type. I wanted someone like you back there."

After Naomi was silent for a bit, Brand continued, "So, what's the going rate for maids?"

Naomi perked up, "Oh! I think the average rate for an academy maid is five gold a week. Freelance is considerably less, due to the lack of a reputation..."

Brand nearly spit out his brandy, choking on it slightly, "F-five gold a WEEK?!"

Naomi nodded, so once he recovered his composure, he sighed and looked at her, "How about one gold a week for you? Room and board included."

Naomi clenched her fists on her lap, "That will work, Ma- uh, sir..."

Brand stood and offered his hand for her to shake, "But I want you to treat me like an equal. You'll sit at my table with me for meals, and such."

Naomi went to take his hand until he spoke. She paused and looked shocked, "I-I couldn't possibly-!"

Brand spoke, interrupting her, "If not, then there's the door."

Naomi lowered her gaze and considered her options. After a moment she reached up and grasped his hand. Brand pulled her to her feet and into a hug.

"I think this is the start of a wonderful friendship, Naomi."

Naomi blushed, "Sir, uh, Brand... I'm not sure..."

Brand released her, and she took a step back, nearly tripping over the couch. "You've got all the power here. I don't really have any other options. I need a job to survive... You could rape me and there's nothing I could do. As a nobleman, your word would override mine in court, so..."

Brand smiled at her, "I have no such machinations. Explore the house and make yourself at home. I'm going to start dinner."

Naomi blushed again and left the room, leaving Brand alone.

***

Naomi spent the next few hours exploring the house. She found a guest bedroom and set up her things in there. She figured that until she got her uniforms she wouldn't bother with anything else.

After a quick meal, she returned to the study and sat on the floor, reading a book. She was quickly bored with it and decided to read another one. A knock came at the door, and she jumped, thinking someone might be coming to check on her.

She opened the door to see Brand standing there. "Dinner's ready. You didn't fill up on snacks, did you?"

Naomi shook her head and followed him to the dining room where she saw a veritable feast prepared. There was stew, roast, potatoes, pies, and so much more.

"Brand, what is this...?"

Brand smiled at her, "It's just me and you in this big house, so I may have gone overboard, but... Welcome to House Aistmir, Naomi!"

She started to tear up. She turned to face him full-on, then wrapped him in a large hug, "Oh, Master! Thank you so much! I've never felt so welcomed anywhere!!"

Brand patted her bare back. She settled down a little and they ate, then packed up the leftovers to run to the people - homeless and orphans need food too.

When Brand returned, he found Naomi standing by the door to greet him. She bowed to him, "Welcome home, sir!"

Brand patted her head, "Hello, Naomi. Keep things in order here?"

Naomi smiled, "Of course, sir!"

Brand removed his coat, which she took and hung up, "I need a bath. Could I have you draw one?"

Naomi nodded and raced off to the bathroom. After a moment, Brand heard a loud *THUD* followed by "Owwww.... owie...."

He smiled, thinking to himself, "Well, it certainly won't be boring around here for a while..."

A few minutes later, Brand walked into the bathroom wearing just a towel. He froze when he saw Naomi standing there, completely naked next to a full bathtub. He took a moment to imprint it in his mind - She had pale pink nipples that were surrounded by areolas that were small and cute, and perfectly topped her breasts. He looked down slowly, trailing over her flat stomach and he saw that she had sparse pubic hair - just a small little strip right above the slit, which itself was flawless in his opinion. The inner labia were perfectly nestled inside the outer in a nice, neat little package. In truth, her whole body being on display made him think back to the presents he received from his parents on his birthdays - never wrapped and on full display for his wandering eyes.

After a moment, Naomi blushed, "Sir... Are you going to get in before the water gets cold...?"

Brand shook his head quickly, then stepped up, "Uh... yes. Thank you..."

Naomi stepped aside and watched as he let the towel drop. She was mildly surprised to see that he was well hung - easily the size of her forearm, and slowly hardening and getting bigger. She felt a tingling between her legs and a slight tickle as a drip of her juice ran slowly down her leg.

Brand stepped into the tub and leaned back to relax, until Naomi cleared her throat, "Uh... Brand... I'm supposed to wash you..."

He opened his eyes and looked up at her. He slid forward to let her in behind him. She climbed in and started soaping and scrubbing his back, careful to be able to hide her excitement.

Brand moaned softly as her hands gently caressed his skin. After she finished washing his back, she moved to his chest, her arms reaching around him. Brand felt his cheeks flushing.

"I think I can handle my front..." he said.

"Nonsense! A maid must care for her master, rule number one!"

Brand just grunted and let her go about her business. She soaped and rinsed his front, then she moved down to his crotch. At this, Brand nearly jumped out of the tub, but for the hold she had on a rather sensitive part.

"I can definitely do that part myself, thank you, Naomi!"

"Again, calm down, sir. It's nothing for me to wash you like this. A maid must always-"

"'Care for her master', I heard you. But does that really mean washing my... uh..." Brand felt himself flush even further.

"Yes, sir. Even your penis. It's part of my duties, after all. And you shouldn't be so ashamed. It's a rather nice one, though my experience is rather... limited..." Naomi said, her hands stopping their washing momentarily before she grunted softly and kept washing.

After a moment, She stood up and moved around to his front, facing him, and started washing his legs. Brand covered himself to be polite, which Naomi couldn't help but smile about.

When she was done, Brand said, "Now, how about you lean back here and we just relax for a bit?"

Naomi gladly leaned back against his chest, sighing contentedly. "You know, Brand, you're a lot stronger than me. You could totally try to grab a handful or worse, and there's nothing I could do about it..."

Brand moved his hands away from her stomach, resting them on either side of the tub. He felt like Naomi seemed to shrink slightly at this.

After a few moments sitting there, Brand realized he wasn't going to be able to relax in a tub with a beautiful naked girl, so he stood and dried off.

"When you're done soaking, go ahead and drain it. I'll be in my study."

Brand walked out, his towel back around his waist. He walked to his study and stood before his mirror. He dropped his towel and looked himself over. He had dark brown hair, vibrant green eyes, a nice tan from training shirtless constantly, though his face and hands showed a knight's tan. He looked down to his chiseled pecs and abs. Women watched him constantly while he was training, and it wasn't hard to see why. He never went out of his way to get this muscular, it just happened naturally. He looked further down still to see his cock staring back at him. He was still hard as a rock.

"Dammit, Naomi..." He whispered. He went over and sat in his chair and started stroking, thinking back to the bath. Her soft skin, her beautiful blonde hair, and grey eyes. Her hands gently rubbing his cock and fondling his balls while she cleaned them...

Before long he felt his orgasm starting. He cupped a hand under the head to catch his cum.

When he was finished, he walked back to the mirror and bent down to grab his towel, wiping his cum onto it. 'She'll have to wash this tomorrow,' he thought.

He decided to sit naked at his desk and take care of some of the stack of paperwork that had been forced on him by the king. He had only just become a noble less than a week ago and hadn't been given so much as a shred of assistance, other than the king's advisor, Duncan constantly reminding him that he needed to get the paperwork done.

After what felt like hours, he looked up at the clock to see that it was nearly midnight. He'd taken a large chunk out of the paperwork but had a lot more to do. And knowing how things had been going for him, he was going to be receiving more tomorrow. The only reason he'd even gone to hire a maid today was on Duncan's suggestion to get some help so he could focus on the paperwork...

He stood and stretched, then walked for the door, grabbing his towel on the way. He headed for his room, passing by a few guest rooms. He heard soft snoring in one of them which was unusual. He hadn't invited any guests over, and Naomi was a stickler for rules, so she would be staying in the servants' quarters, wouldn't she?

He cracked the door and peeked in to see Naomi lying on top of the bed, with her legs spread wide, giving him a perfect view of her magnificent folds between her legs. He felt the heat rising in his cheeks and his groin.

He was about to close the door, resigned to talking to her tomorrow when he heard something...

"Nnn... Brand, sir... Keep going... Rub faster, please..."

Brand froze. He looked closer to see that her folds were glistening in the moonlight.

'This has to be a setup...' he thought.

He pulled his head from the door and walked to his room, accepting that he'd likely have to stroke himself off again before he could get any sleep.

***

Naomi heard the door shut. She waited a moment, but she heard his footsteps echoing down the hall outside her door. She opened her eyes and looked around. Sure enough, he'd left. She groaned in frustration and flopped her head back on the soft pillow.

"Dammit Brand! Don't you know anything? Maids aren't allowed to cum without first being given permission! I need release so fucking bad..."

Naomi turned over and tried to sleep, accepting that she wouldn't be getting the release she needed tonight.

***

The following morning, Brand woke up early. He showered and dressed, then went downstairs to eat breakfast.

As he was finishing, Naomi came in. She bowed to him, "Good morning, Brand."

He couldn't help but notice that Naomi seemed a little frustrated, though he failed to think of any reasons why she might be.

"Everything alright, Naomi?" He asked.

"Oh yeah, everything is fine, Brand. Can I ask you a question?"

Brand nodded, "Of course."

"How much do you know about how maids are trained?"

Brand thought for a moment, "Only that you're trained to be at your master's beck-and-call 24/7."

"Right. But there's more to it. We also are taught to please our masters in every way. This includes not pleasing ourselves if you catch my meaning."

Brand's face went red, "I... uh... didn't realize that... Is that why you seem grumpy today? You can't pleasure yourself?"

Naomi turned to face him, a stern look on her face, "I haven't had an orgasm in six months, Brand. Maids aren't allowed to, without their master's say-so, and you're my first master. I was brought to orgasm during my training, but as soon as I graduated, that stopped until I got hired somewhere."

Brand looked down as he suddenly realized why people always seemed so close to their maids. He stood up and walked around the table, a new determination on his face. He pinched her chin and lifted her eyes to his.

"Naomi, I'll finish cooking. I order you to go have an orgasm and come back in a better mood."

Naomi blushed, "Sir, that's an order I'm going to have to refuse. Maids aren't allowed to masturbate period, unless it directly brings pleasure to their master, such as if you wanted to watch me."

Brand grunted and lifted her onto the counter. He undid her bra in a practiced motion, before sliding down her panties as he lowered himself to his knees.

"Sir... Please don't tease me..."

Brand smiled up at her but stayed silent, he had no intention of just teasing her. He slid his hand up to her pussy and felt the heat radiating from it. He trailed his fingers along the folds, feeling her wetness, and running his tongue up her slit.

"Mm... Sir..." she moaned.

Brand leaned in and licked along the entire length of her slit, not yet parting the lips but just enjoying the sensation of tongue-to-flesh. Naomi gasped and gripped his hair, trying to resist pulling him into her.

Brand moved his hand aside and pushed his face closer to her, taking her clit between his teeth and gently sucking on it. Naomi whimpered and started bucking her hips, trying desperately to push him deeper. He continued to suck and lick, occasionally flicking his tongue against her clit, until Naomi could take it no longer.

"Oh, gods! Please let me cum! May I cum sir?!" She screamed.

Brand suddenly had a thought. "No, you may not until you answer a few questions."

Naomi gasped again as his tongue left her slit, but his fingers slid right back in, probing her secret spot. He curled them upwards, softly pressing them into her walls.

Naomi felt tears welling up in her eyes as she struggled to hold back her impending orgasm.

Brand asked her, "Why did you sleep in one of the guest rooms? Shouldn't maids stay in the servants' quarters?"

Naomi fell back against the counter, as her mind tried to split focus between his words and not orgasm. Her hands went between her legs, holding his wrist, switching rapidly between pushing it away and pulling it further in.

"A-a-a maid should- AH! - always - mmm!! - be within earshot - fuck! - of her master!" She said between moans.

"And why were you naked on your bed last night?"

Naomi had tears streaming down her face from the sheer pleasure, but she remained vigilant and refused to orgasm until she had permission.

"I-I was tired... and-"

Brand cut her off by thrusting his hand even harder into her. 'She's probably going to have a bruise down there when I'm done,' he thought to himself.

"Don't lie to me. You were moaning my name in your sleep and your pussy was almost as wet as it is now."

Naomi decided to just tell the truth, "I wasn't - uh! - asleep, sir! I-I wanted you to - oh fuck - Fuck me like the whore I am!"

Brand smiled and slowed down his fingers slightly.

"And why didn't you just admit that to me? Tell me what you want?"

Naomi breathed heavily, "Because a good maid begs for her master's cock, a perfect maid waits until he offers her his cock!"

Brand pulled his fingers out of her pussy, as he glanced down to see juices pooled under her ass.

Naomi breathed a sigh of relief as the assault on her pussy came to an end.

Brand looked at her, "Do you want to cum now?"

Naomi looked back at him, "More than anything, sir..."

Brand dropped his pants, "On this? Or my fingers?"

Naomi bit her lip in anticipation as she reached out and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, slowly working her hand up and down it as she felt its warmth.

"I've never had sex before, but my hymen was already broken. They had us use toys. They said masters like a virgin who won't bleed..."

Brand chuckled and grabbed his dick, "I don't expect you to bleed, Naomi. But I will enjoy breaking you."

Naomi whimpered, "Please, sir! Can you make me cum with this?"

Brand leaned in and kissed her. As he pulled away, he said, "Only if I can cum inside..."

Naomi felt herself melt, "abso-fucking-lutely! Please, dear god, master fuck me like there's no tomorrow!"

Brand smiled at her eagerness as he lined up with her entrance, "You ready for this?"

Naomi nodded, "Yes, sir! I'm yours!"

Brand pushed in, and Naomi felt her world spin as her senses went into overdrive. He was huge! It hurt a little, but the pleasure was SO much better - no toy or finger would ever satisfy her like this!

Brand watched as Naomi's face contorted in pain, before finally relaxing into bliss. He took his time, savoring the look on her face.

"So, do you like it?" He asked.

Naomi opened her eyes, "Oh gods yes, Master! You feel so big and wonderful inside me! I wish you could stay forever!"

Brand smiled and began to move. Naomi felt like she was floating, her body responding to his rhythm even though she couldn't think straight.

"Do you want to cum?"

Naomi nodded, "Please, master, please! Fuck me hard!"

Brand thrust into her, driving his cock up to the hilt in one stroke. As he bottomed out inside her, he said, "You may cum whenever. You're tight enough that I won't be able to hold out much longer."

Naomi threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. She cried out as another wave of pleasure washed over her.

Brand picked up speed. 'She's so tight, she's gonna blow before I do,' he thought. But he was determined to give her the most intense orgasm of her life.

"That's it, baby, cum for me!"

Naomi moaned as the waves of pleasure kept coming. With a final gasp, she exploded, letting loose all of her pent-up passion onto Brand's shaft.

Brand felt her cumming and pounded into her as fast as his body would allow until his balls tightened and he could hold back no more.

Brand roared as he filled her with his seed, and Naomi felt him throbbing inside her. Brand collapsed on top of her, panting.

"Holy shit..." he panted.

Naomi panted as her pleasure slowly subsided. She kept her arms and legs wrapped around Brand.

"Sir... That was... fucking amazing..."

Brand smiled into her shoulder, "Or... was that... amazing fucking?"

Naomi groaned at his lack of wit, but smiled nonetheless, "I think... both..."

Brand started to pull out, but Naomi gripped him tighter as the friction of his cock sent electric waves of pleasure through her body.

"Please just... wait a moment, sir..."

Brand smiled and stayed still, enjoying the sensation of being inside her, "Can I kiss you?"

Naomi nodded, and he pressed his lips against hers.

"Wow... I've never felt anything like that."

Naomi smiled, "Me either."

They stayed locked together for several minutes, just savoring the afterglow.

Brand pulled out of her and helped her stand, "We'd better get cleaned up, I guess. I'm still hungry."

Naomi winced in pleasure as he pulled out of her, "You can always eat me, sir."

Brand looked at her, exasperated, "How are you still horny?! You came so hard, you've turned my counter into a waterfall!"

Naomi blushed, "Yeah... sorry about that. I'll get it cleaned up. But can you blame me? You're so fucking good!"

Brand sighed, "No... I guess not. I suppose it's not your fault that I teased you. But you really need to be more upfront about this. Forget your maid training. I want you to be my maid, yes, but I want you to tell me when you need something. I'm still a first-generation noble, which means I have virtually no experience with maids."

Naomi slid from the counter and collected her bra and panties, "Yes, sir. Not a problem." She smiled at him, then continued, "I'll be sure to always tell you what I want..."

She walked off, wiggling her ass as Brand watched her go. He turned to look at the mess they had made and called after her, "When you're done cleaning up, clean up in here. I'm making food."

Naomi called back, "Right away, sir!"

Brand turned and started preparing them a good breakfast to recharge.