“Take out the trash."

Both Brian and Sanford traded a stunned glance.

“Did you hear that? Go throw the garbage," Brian echoed, delegating the menial task to Sanford.

Caught off guard, Sanford drew closer to him, whispering, "Brian, shouldn't you aim to impress Rosalynn? Go and toss the garbage.”

Hailing from noble families, the concept of dealing with waste was alien to them. Their meals had always been served and cleared without a second thought.