I feel my face burning up as you catch a glimpse of how fat I've become. Young master, I'm so sorry you have to see me like this. My weight is so... unbecoming of a maid. My belly wobbles slightly with each breath. It's just that I've sampled everything that I've cooked for you to be sure it's right and... well, you can see can't you? Are y-you sure you still love me, young master?