[Okay time to be a little more serious for a sec.] I dunno. Something tells me she's really touchy about her fancy clothes. Probably takes over twenty steps just to dry.

[...He eyes the ironing board that is always glaringly present. Granted, this is Ishimaru, and he's tidier than laundry detergent itself. If anyone knew those twenty or whatever steps he just described, it would be him. A sliver of fear wormed its way inside his chest as he remembered her polite little facade breaking down into a screaming witch at "pig boy", who was also asked to perform a task for her. If that was true, then Ishimaru was in trouble. It would be better for him if they were just a weird present.]

She didn't say a thing about washing to me. Got any notes in there?