Swatch

Welcome to the Color Cafe. Let us warm your day. I am Swatch, the head butler.

You: Hello.
Swatch: Ah, forgive me for not introducing myself sooner, You. I am Swatch, the Queen's head butler.
You: So, what do you do here?
Swatch: When we are not attending to her needs, I and the Queen's other staff, use this room as our humble yet colorful gift-shop-slash-cafe. Please, shop to your heart's content. We are eager to serve your any wish.You: So what is the Color Cafe's mission statement?
Swatch: Does a woman of Our Lady Grace's caliber not deserve a coven of powerful men and women to dote upon her every movement? To have rap anthems written to her kindness, which are then bitcrushed beyond recognition to make them more 'computer'? To have melons, smashed, with karate chops, repeatedly, for no apparent reason? To have barrels, thrown, from the rafters, and make us smash them all with karate chops before the timer runs out? But the barrels, are full of melons, and we have to smash those too? Yes. The answer is... yes.You: Do you know Rouxls Kaard?
Swatch: Rouxls? I am afraid I am not familiar with a guest of that moniker...
Swatch: Ah, wait. Are you perchance referring to that unbearable-Err, UNIQUE Man who barged in here and demanded to be made "Butler Supremeth"?
You: Yeah, that's him.
Swatch: I am afraid that person... is now banned from this establishment. And may have suffered injuries as a result of his, er... rather swift ejection.
You: I see, so you kicked him out.
Swatch: Please do not mention him again. We are still cleaning up the worms he left on the floor.You: I like your outfit.
Swatch: Ah, my outfit. Black suit, colored glasses. The monochrome look is quite suitable, isn't it?
You: Yeah, it is.
Swatch: Some even going so far as to attempt to impersonate me... In order to get the... Oh, nevermind. Macaron?You: I defeated Rouxls Kaard.
Swatch: Oh, you defeated that simpleton? Wonderful, wonderful.
You: So, what did Rouxls Kaard do?
Swatch: He stole our flower display for one of his "boo-kettes."
You: Then what happened?
Swatch: ...He was promptly electrocuted to the ground. Well. Enough of the unpleasantries. Would you like a toasted marshmallow?You: Can I ask you about the basement?
Swatch: What? Basement? There's no basement here.
You: There totally is a basement.
Swatch: You, you need to relax. Have a drink, and talk softly...
You: But...
Swatch: You're bothering the other customers.You: I found that robot in the basement.
Swatch: That robot was the embodiment of a Lightner's dream. A dream I helped create... once.You: I don't have any money in my black pocket.
Swatch: Black is the color of sorrow.You: Bye!
Swatch: Please come again. I'll be waiting for you with rose-tinted glasses...