"Aye ser," she said timidly, while what she really meant to say was: you massive prick. Mr. Meijer was living a life of luxury and never had to worry about money, and yet he would make her pay for a bloody cabbage. Of course, she should be grateful and relieved that apparently he wasn't sacking her. And she would be. If he wouldn't have mentioned the cabbage. She looked down, all timid and submissive in exterior. "I haven't heard of Claude, ser. I hope your hand is alright?" She hoped it hurt.