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[Lorenz hums, a low and despondent hmmmm of someone who thinks that, no, this is pretty embarrassing, actually. Yes, he is accustomed to a full staff, but he should at least be able to mind his own things, should he not? Father would look upon this mess and find him wanting. Here in this gaudy new world, he will obviously make a ruin of himself out of sheer inexperience, despite his pride in his knowledge of matters of the world—

But he's probably fine. He's just looking at this purple shirt in silence because he's fine. He puts it down on top of the machine, for now.]

Let us assess the rest of the damage, first. There remains the matter of this other machine, for drying...