[ After his initial confusion and anger had passed, Ciel had come to realize that whoever had kidnapped him also had a terrible sense of humor (by which I mean it's me). The clothes he's in aren't ones that's he worn for quite a while by now, but it does give a particular impression that the boy walking around might work here. Though of course, if he does, he needs to go back to training, since he looks nervous, in part, but mostly just annoyed. Are you brave enough to approach him and ask for help anyways? ]

[ So come dinnertime, Ciel has realized two things. One, Sebastian is not here, and in fact, very little in terms of adequate care is here. Two, if he wants someone to do these things for him, he'll have to play nice. Ugh. About the most he can do in terms of food is peel potatoes, and even that he couldn't do very well. He's waiting for someone that looks competent to head into the mess hall, at which point he'll follow in after too long. This is completely, utterly demeaning, and he'll have to scold Sebastian for not having the courtesy to have rescued him yet later, since he'd had to stoop to this level, but— ]

Pardon me...

[ He calls out softly from the door, really playing up the cute little boy card here, even though it makes him want to vomit. ]

Are you making dinner, by chance?