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"Mum, are we supposed to come in from the back or from the front today? Yesterday you didn't say, and there were reporters swarming at the front. My friends were going to come over to study, you know?"
His mother smiled guilitily, before patting her youngest son's head.
"I'm sorry, dear, I'll tell all of you next time before such things happen, alright? I'm having a function tonight, so come in from the back. The front's going to be packed with trucks delivering stuff and all that, so the back's better."
Milleya barrelled down the stairs, hair in disarray, dashing over to the breakfast table to grab something to eat before she left, but her mother stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
"Milleya darling, I know it's your first day of work and you're horribly excited about it, but you absolutely cannot go to work with hair like this! It looks like a blonde bird's nest, and that's not a good first impression to give anyone, alright? Sit down and eat, and then Mum will neaten you up before you go. No need to be rushing around like a madwoman first thing in the morning. Professor Hyle commed and said that you only need to report in at ten, so there's plenty of time. After all, it's only seven, you know?"
"I know, Mum," Milleya said around a mouthful of toast, "but I promised Allison that I'd help her with taking pictures for her portfolio. You know, of her food creations?"
"Tell Allison to just join Ciel! She won't need a portfolio, since your aunt's the Overall Manager and your dad's head chef, right? Your dad can just take her in as kitchen hand or something, and let her work her way up the ranks herself. Isn't that good enough?"
Milleya frowned at that, since she had mentioned it to Allison before.
"Well, I did tell her that, but she's stubborn and hot-headed. You know that Pyros are like that, so it's not like I'm not used to it after going through school for so many years with one, and that one being Allison, at that! Well, she told me that no matter what, it's her family's business, so they'll still show her favouritism no matter how you try to stop it from happening. She wants some 'real' work experience somewhere, which equals to it not being Ciel. At least, not any time soon," Milleya explained, pausing for a moment to finish off the slice of toast, before putting a hand on her mum's shoulder.
"And Mum, don't you try to badger her into working at Ciel when she comes over later, either, alright? Just because she agreed to help you with the food for tonight doesn't give you the right to nag her into choices she doesn't want to make now, and for good reason, too!"
"Alright, alright, I won't. Or, at least I'll try not to? You know me and my big mouth sometimes, darling. I'm sure Allison knows me well enough for that, too, but I'll try my best not to ask her about it. Or talk to her about it. Or anything that might lead to me nagging her, okay?"
"That's the best I'm going to get out of Mum, right?"
"Don't be so sceptical! I won't ask her, I promise," Meia said, pouting just a little, which would have looked extremely awkward had Milleya's mother not been extremely beautiful and young-looking for her age.
"Alright, then." Milleya settled down in a chair, grabbing more toast and margarine as well as fried noodles. Oriental style food always made her happy, as long as she had bread to go with it.