August is swinging around his broom trying to move quickly and be rid of the chore in front of him. Soon he realizes the dust he thought he was sweeping, didn't go remotely in the same direction of where he wanted it to. He frustratingly throws the broom down. Trout picks up her bubble blower and launches a bunch at his face as a reminder he's being watched.
"Why, Trout? Don't you have something better to do?"
"Nope. You're doing my job for me so I may as well stand by and make sure you do it right. Remember you need to be done before lunch time comes around."
"What? I've been the opposite of timely. What am I doing wrong?"
"Figure it out on your own. It isn't all that hard. Don't worry, I'll keep you on schedule and step in to show you if necessary but for your own good, it's best you keep trying?"
"More like, I'll be keeping track of the time. Trout, don't lie to the helpless runt with nothing going for him." says Pike, peeling vegetables above the sink.
"Asking you for the time and repeating what you tell me still counts."
"Why would that count? I'm the one reading a watch, aren't I? I should get the credit. It only makes sense."
August ducks down to pick the broom back off the floor and tries to ignore the bickering between them as he sweeps. Eventually he gets the hang of it and the dirt starts to move along with his strokes. A sense of accomplishment starts to show on his face as he continues to brush.
"What do we have here? You're sure are feeling a whole lot of pride just from doing something the average six year old could do? Housework not in your rich guy genes? It seems to me if you can't even do something as simple as this, money doesn't seem to be right for you either. Get back to work, the clocks ticking." she says chuckling.
"Don't go too far now, Trout. Think before you speak or your big mouth's sure to land you in a web of trouble down the line."
"I understand that, but you saw the look on his face. I can't stand conceited brats."
August takes one hand off the broom and flicks her off before getting back to work.
Pike trying to enervate the conflict between the two of them explains, "August, I know you're mad at Trout and she's most definitely in the wrong for acting out like that, but do realize that most people feel the same way. Just try to be more aware of your facial expressions in front of girls who eat spaghetti with a spoon. You'll come to realize that one of your greatest tools in life is the ability to hide your own emotions."
"I could do without the babying. I don't care. Shut up already, I'm trying to work."
"Typical teenager: unable to process information with their pea sized brain." mumbles Trout. She picks up her bubble blower and leans against the counter watching August continue to sweep the room.
Pointy can be seen in August's room making up his bed. She continues looking for things to do to pass the time while she waits for August to return. She thought about what Melody recommended and decided against it. Embarrassed she was caught sleeping in the library she tells herself, "I can't keep passing out on the job like this. I have to be prepared and ready on standby for when my services are requested. Those who do not work do not get to eat." She looks toward the pile of books she brought and placed on the desk. Eventually she decides to pick up a book and begins reading, "'Why Ballerinas are Better than Pianists', I don't understand the correlation." She moves on to read the other book titles. "How to Find the Perfect Tutu, Exuding Elegance with Every Step, and What to Do When You Can't be Honest with Your Very Hot Maid"?! Pointy starts to panic.
"I know I didn't put this in the pile! Where the heck did it come from? If anyone sees this book, they'll definitely think I'm trying to do something strange planting this in August's room. I have to hide it someplace quick!" Picking up the book she tells herself, "Okay Pointy, your mission is to make it to the library undetected and drop off this book. Can you do it? If you can't, your at risk of not only being called a narcissist, but gossip might spread like a wildfire as well. Wait, maybe I can play this off. I'm not particularly hot or anything. Not to the extent where I'd be placing books around like this. I've been here longer than any of the other servants, if I can explain, I'm sure someone would believe that I had nothing to do with this. "
After a brief pause, Pointy comes to her senses. "August doesn't care for excuses. He's probably been looking for a reason to get rid of me for all I know. I have to get this out of here. It's not going to move itself. This book's threat level is immeasurable..." opening the door with her free hand she dashes out the door at full speed. Anyone who normally could have stopped her on her way witnessed an exemplary display of determination in her movement and was too busy gawking in surprise they didn't notice she had a book on her. Turning to open the door, the Secretary of the Treasury opens it a second before her from the other side. They share glances and walk past each other.
Pointy, now in the library, looks back at the book in her hand. She realized that nobody cares enough about the book she carries to the young master. This library entirely consists of books that Charmante selected suitable for her son's eyes. Looking back at the book title, she notices that the book held a secret. There was a slip of colored paper glued onto the book's cover. "Somebody played me for a fool." Curious more than relieved, she begins to peel the paper off revealing the true name of the book. "Peach Orchards: Maintaining and Harvesting".