The morning sun was soft and golden, shining through the big glass windows of the countryside mansion. Everyone was gathering near the entrance, ready for the picnic Ethan had planned.
Ethan was dressed in his usual stylish white shirt and loose brown pants. He looked fresh and excited but his expression was far from happy.
"I swear on all the actors I respect," Ethan grumbled loudly, hands on his hips, "if that box with legs follows me one more time, I'll turn him into a toaster!"
Sir Sparkleton stood beside him, calm as ever, with a proud beep. "Sir Ethan's sleeping posture was 61 degrees off ideal. As your temporary assistant, I must intervene."
"You tucked me in, Sparkleton!" Ethan cried out. "TUCKED ME IN! With three blankets and a hot water bag!"
Sir Sparkleton tilted his head. "The room temperature dropped 0.5 degrees. I calculated comfort level based on your heart rate."
