Jeff's listening, curious, as he puts some veggies on his plate, and begins buttering a roll.

And then he stops, mid-butter. There's the most precious look of confusion on his face as he tries to process one word, really.

"A maid?"

Has she seen the mess that is his room? Well, of course she hasn't, she's never been to his room, but let's just say: even with very little, he manages to make clutter explode around him.

"Don't you have to be good at, um... cleaning... stuff... for that?"