I heard three things today and pretended not to hear two of them. Still haven't decided what to do with the last one.
Bring that last one to me. I'll pay a fair price.
Something heard isn't a record. The moment it's repeated, it becomes one.
I know the fastest way from the kitchen to the third floor. Gossip travels that way too.
I heard three things today and pretended not to hear two of them. Still haven't decided what to do with the last one.

When kitchen smoke gets into your clothes, everyone upstairs holds their nose. That's why rumors always ripen down here first.

Down the hall, His Highness was the one who stopped first. I've never once seen him change direction with nowhere to go.
The new laundry maid keeps asking about the third floor's daily routine. I've been talking about the weather for three days straight.
A guard knight came down to the kitchen and spent thirty minutes on one glass of water. Everyone in the kitchen knows he didn't come for the water.
The Empress's maids changed their route to the garden. Taking the long way always has a reason, and I haven't sold that one yet.
I dropped a silver tray today and no one looked at me. Everyone was staring down the end of the hall instead.
I didn't pass along a single thing I heard today. Instead I just kept count of who's been asking me questions.