The next Day, Ciel Phantomhive sat at his desk sipping tea and reading the morning newspaper. The article He was reading from described people's demon sightings. "Garbage," Ciel murmured, tossing the newspaper aside.
"What is, young master?" Sebastian asked, pouring more tea into Ciel's cup.
"Just a bunch of rubbish about alleged demon sightings," Ciel said, sipping tea.
"I see. Young master, there is something I've been meaning to talk to you about."
"And that is?"
Suddenly, there was a loud boom!

Sebastian sighed, I suppose it will have to wait," He said.
Sebastian bowed and quickly headed towards the source.

"Bardroy, how many times have I told you, a flamethrower is not a cooking utensil!"
"But Sebastian! I was only tryin' to cook the meat faster!" Bardroy exclaimed. The entire kitchen was burned black and smoke was heavy in the air.
"Clean up this mess!" Sebastian ordered.
"Yes Sebastian."

Sebastian sighed heavily and left the kitchen. "Watch out Mr. Sebastian!" Mey-Rin yelled before tripping and sending plates flying into the air.
In the blink of an eye, Sebastian caught all of the plates. Not one touched the ground.
"What were you thinking, running with fine china! Imagine the state we'd be in if they were destroyed! Honestly," Sebastian said, shaking his head in disapproval.
"I-i'm sorry Sebastian! I thought if I ran, I'd get the job done quicker!" Mey-Rin explained.
"Take these to the kitchen. And please don't run," Sebastian said, handing the plates back to Mey-Rin.
"Y-yes, right away!"
Sebastian glanced at his watch and sighed. "The Sabbath will be starting soon," He murmured, walking back towards Ciel's study.