Teryl_Pacieco, 
"You missed a smudge," said the magic mirror.
"Where?" asked the young manservant, squinting at his reflection - a little taller and richly dressed, not a hair out of place.
"Up along the frame, you'll need the step-stool," his reflection said, pointing at the spot.
"There. Did I miss anything else?"
"You finished early, could you brew some tea?"
"You can drink?"
"No, I'd like some company; there's cake in the pantry you can have too."
