Re: Deluxe Floor: 12:01 AM
He followed, yes, but he instead made his way into the foreign kitchen. The tea kettle in his hand was set down only temporarily upon the counter as he opened up every white cabinet he could see. "Tea, tea, tea--" he murmured. He searched for what seemed like minutes (but were seconds, of course. Time had not won this round), pushing glass upon dish upon utensil onto the floor, each with a loud shatter or clang, until he found no tea. "What!?"
He picked up the kettle again. Max's heels scooted from room to room. "She-" spouted from his mouth as he poked his head inside of each door, but immediately he stopped speaking when he found no sign of the Duchess. He wondered idly how he knew that. It was her name after all. Duch-ess. It sounded familiar, it looked familiar, but somehow parts of her did not.
Finding her for a second time that evening he gave a loud huff. "The NERVE! She doesn't even have any earl grey..Ooh! What's this?" He asked, wiggling his free fingers excitedly at the sight of the baby.