Music recommendation: Awkward And Funny Music

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While Belle and Lucas were away from the Adams' mansion and in the land of Valeria, in the land of Bonelake, the people in the Adams' mansion were having their own time with the maids and the Grim reapers.

"Mister Barron," came the maid's voice who walked towards the orchard tree, "Mister Barron?"

Barron looked down at the lowly maid who dared to interrupt his apple time, "What?"

The maid genuinely looked uncomfortable talking to the reaper, after all, death reapers had been nothing but ill omens in their books that were passed down through generations. The maid's name was Emma who looked after the kitchen, and she had come for help as the butler, Lucas was not here.

"There is a pot that needs to be moved on the earthen fire," said the maid.

"Do it. You don't need to ask me permission for such silly things," Barron waved his small hand, to only realise how much he missed his other body that was contained in the rabbit suit.

Emma shook her head, "No, the pot is heavy, and it is usually the butler who helps us with it. We need your help with it."

"Go ask that pesky sixth Grim," stated Barron who didn't want to move an inch from where he sat now comfortably. The maid blinked her eyes not knowing the numbers, and while she stood there, Barron sighed, "Not, one damn job gets completed without my assistance? This is what happens when you shoulder responsibilities," the maid blinked at the Barron who had barely moved a stick from its position. Maybe it was just the apples he had moved, littering them on the ground like a child.

"Where is Greed?" asked Barron to the maid as they made their way inside the mansion. Barron wondered if the reaper was moping in the corner to have been left behind by Lucas who had taken Belle along with him. Barron chuckled, and when the maid looked at him, he asked, "What? What are you looking at?"

"I was wondering why you chose to be a small boy when others have adult bodies," said Emma, pushing her glass upon the bridge of her nose.

"Where is the damn pot?! You slow mongrel," growled Barron. If he knew that the first form was going to be a forever form, he would have turned himself to a handsome young man and not a child! It was all that damn butler's fault!

When they reached the kitchen, there were other two maids who stood in front of the large pot, "Mister Barron," the maids bowed their head.

"Call me Master Barron," corrected the fourth Grim.

"Master Barron!" the maids bowed their heads to have Barron have a pleased look on his face.

"Move away now. I will show you how to move the pot to the fire," Barron said, stepping in front of the pot that had turned black because of the number of times it was put above the fire. The kitchen was lit dimly with lanterns so that the maids could get their work down. Barron then lifted the pot with both his hands but when he was about to place it in on the fire, the force he used in holding it ended up in it getting cracked to fall on the ground.

The maid's eyes widened seeing the pot break which was used to heat water, "Sir Lucas, is going to be very angry if he finds out that we broke it," said one of the maids.

"Actually it was Master Barron who broke it," pointed another maid and Barron snapped his head to look at the maid.

"Why am I being accused? Accusing Master Barron," Barron shook his head, "I was merely helping you. The pot is old anyways. I am sure buying a new one would benefit," said Barron in a nonchalant voice.

"But it has been only two weeks since the pot was replaced and the butler was the one who bought it," said Emma, her eyes looking at the reaper who had broken the pot, "How are we going to heat the water now?"

"Use something else to replace it," came Barron's alternative.

"Everything is small and it would not be enough to-"

"What happened here?" came the voice at the door of the kitchen. It was Greed who had arrived, his blue eyes sweeping across the kitchen room and then looking at the broken pot. He had come here to only check if someone had broken into the mansion but noticing the broken pot on the ground, he started to leave when Barron was quick to leave the kitchen along with him.

"Greed, we need to go out," said Barron.

"I am not coming," came the swift reply from the sixth Grim.

"We need to replace the pot in the kitchen."

Greed's eyes moved to the corner of his eyes to look at Barron and he said, "You broke it, you fix it."

"I did not break it. It just fell on its own," Barron quickly walked forward and stopped Greed by blocking his way, "I wouldn't be asking you if I was stuck in this little boy. Do you see this child," asked Barron tapping his hand on his chest, "No one would give me the pot. What are you going to do sitting here anyway?"

Barron nudged his elbow at Greed who looked uninterested.

"Don't bother me with a minuscule task like that. I have other things to do," Greed said, walking in the corridor, his footsteps approaching the hall and Barron continued to follow.

"Like what? Stare at the maids? I thought you loved Lucas!" Barron gave out a shocked expression to only receive a glare from Greed.

"I don't love him," Greed rolled his eyes in the end.

Barron stared at Greed and his eyes narrowed, "Are you sure? Because the way I saw it you were sulking that Lucas-Ow! What do you think you are doing?!" asked Barron to see Greed who had pulled out his scythe.

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