Write about: the chamber.
So, somehow, this guy is already one month old:
I call shenanigans.
Had a full shift at the bakery this morning before taking Max to blast ball this afternoon. He had lots of fun and seemed really into it, which was nice to see.
Back at the bakery at 8 tomorrow morning, so I should get this done and get to bed.
"Anna? Another delivery for Lord Kevin's chamber."
"Why must he insist on calling his hotel room his chamber?"
"Better question: who does he think he's fooling by calling himself a lord?"
"True. Come on, can't someone else bring it this time?"
"No, he specifically requested you. Congratulations!"
"Go die in a fire, Chantal."
"Go bring Lord Kevin his mac n cheese, Anna."