Miss Flint seemed to have far more faith in Helga than Eugene did... Still he wasn't about to argue. Eugene motioned for her to follow him after leaving the rest of his things from work near the door. Someone would surely take care of it... or he'd remember later. Maybe. If, in a few minutes, Helga was still being Helga and hadn't shown up, he could start looking. Or ask one of he maids to do it for him, he supposed.

Well there was an idea, Eugene thought about it while shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. "Should I uh, have someone make some tea?" Was that a thing at this time of day? Eugene was a terrible host, really. With as many sisters as he had, he should have been a little better at things like this, but clearly he wasn't paying attention... Ladies their age didn't drink cocktails did they? Right about now he was thinking he could use one.