Sangheon stepped out of the lift, pushing a metal trolley with him. Really, room service was such a menial job that it was one the maid wanted because it meant they did not have to clean, or one they avoided because often the masters decided the meal was wrong, and would yell at them for it. But as soon as it was called out that a room needed this bringing up to it, Sangheon had jumped at the offer, and not because it was just such easy work. No, his reason was for the past few days, he had a prank set up, and he wanted to perform it.
The trolley had two shelves, plates covered with lids on both. On the top one there was one, none of the plates had the food ordered, the actual food on the second shelf. Instead, each had a surprise hiding underneath the lid: a few fake spiders, a couple of things which would spring up, and in the middle was his master piece. Underneath the largest lid, was a paper mache severed head he had worked particularly hard on.
Reaching the door, he halted the trolley and reached over. Rapping his knuckles three times against the wood, he called "room service."
