Until the advent of The Braai.
It had been quite simple in Kleinmond - nationality took precendence over gender - but on the Weskus it became more complicated. It wasn't a braai. It was a Weber.
The butler had been a sociologist in a previous life. Weber was part of the canon. And just like you can't take Weber out of Sociology, so you can't take the Weber away from the sociologist.
And so the Cow found herself in the kitchen, scratching in the back of the fridge for the beers, pondering the scale of the cosmic shift.
But not for long. As soon as she approached too close to the kettle, the Butler appeared. "Would you like some tea?" he asked sweetly. The Cow looked up. "Not right now, thanks," she smiled, holding up the beers. "I'm just getting the bottle opener for these."