*stares at you for a moment because you are standing right there, with no discernible injuries that would prevent you from walking down a flight of steps*
Is that a direct order, sir? It seems a little ... menial ... for your Third. *raises her chin* And as your s- *stops herself short (as your sister, I could just tell you to get it yourself or I'll tell Mom)* *glares daggers at you, even as Marigold makes a noise that sounds like a strangled whine (was that an attempted growl?)*