[No one works for free, sir!! Lorenz will not be able to let this go no matter how much Olivine tries to wiggle out of it, so now that that's all perfectly settled to everyone's agreement-- hm! Yes, delightful. He's never been dramatic in his life.

So he stands there and watches Olivine look at the mess, waiting for his assessment of disaster. He blinks again, then shoots a lot at the other machines; yes, he's heard the word "dryer," and those surely have just as many knobs and buttons on them as these machines, but a machine that... dries...

Like, how. Is there. Is there a fire in it.]

I— I simply put in my clothes and instructed the machine to do its duty and wash them. Including the precise amount of "soap" required, although I have yet to encounter a soap of this caliber outside of this very room.

[It's powder? Who does this. He gestures at the machine as he goes on,]

Here, I declared the amount of clothing, and here, the amount of- [a beat; he makes a little face] -"soiling," as it says.

[Unfortunately the settings he's chosen seem to indicate that everything he put in there is "delicate," and judging by the weight and fabric type, no, it is Lorenz who is delicate about his laundry in totality. This load is too heavy for the machine to spin.]