He should have expected this; he shouldn't have asked. Arthur's arms fell and he bounced on the balls of his feet, trying not to look like his spirits were too dampened by it. He should have expected it.

"A cook and a maid," Arthur rattled off, "And then the nanny." It would be a little more cramped than it had been last time, but they could fit more or less what they had at the old house — as long as Arthur didn't fuck up too badly. But he was working on that.

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