Tsura was odd. She was odd in the fact that she enjoyed laundry. It was one of her chores, but to gave her a chance to gather her thoughts. She had a servant, obviously but Terry doing her laundry was just not on. For one thing, he was a boy, and for another, he didn't know how. For her, laundry was a complicated process, and she hummed as she put her white tops into a load.