He opened his mouth, about to say something—
Before Alexander could speak, Sir Sparkleton rolled out of the room like a soldier returning from war, his small metal hands tightly gripping a broom. His glowing eyes blinked cheerfully.
"MASTER! MASTER! WELCOME TO OUR HOME!" he chirped proudly. "WOULD YOU LIKE WATER, OR NO WATER AT ALL?"
Alexander stared at him with the most unimpressed expression imaginable. He folded his arms slowly. "Why is Lilith sweeping the floor while you're holding a broom like a party prop?"
Sir Sparkleton's screen face blinked once.
Then twice.
He slowly turned his head toward Lilith, who was calmly sweeping a corner of the room again like none of them existed.
"MISS LILITH!" he beeped dramatically, rolling at high speed to her side. "YOU SHOULDN'T BE SWEEPING! I PROMISED MASTER I WOULD TAKE CARE OF YOU! I SWORE A DIGITAL OATH ON HIS WIFI SIGNAL!"
Lilith raised an eyebrow. "I didn't ask—"
