Nash also turned his attention toward Joop at Farlest's question. It -would- be good to get to know the other owners a bit, right? So he also waited for a reply, head tilted slightly.
Meanwhile, Veth had discovered that it was loads of fun to slap at teacups and make them roll ... then catch and slap them back the other way. It was going quite well ... until he missed one and it rolled right off the table to crash onto the floor. With a startle yowl, he fled the scene, ending up clawing his way up onto his caretaker's lap.
Nash turned at the crash, but was then distracted by those claws. "Ow! What ... Veth." He looked down, and raised a brow. "Was that you?"
The small black form in his lap raised wide, innocent eyes up to look at him. "Don't try to pretend, Veth," he mumbled with a slight sigh, lifting the kitten up to his eye level. He knew very well that Veth was intelligent enough to "lie" about this. "Did you break something?"
Veth glared at Nash for a moment before figuring out he couldn't trick him and finally seemed to deflate just a bit, nodding his head. Then he tensed, obviously waiting for some sort of punishment.
But Nash just shook his head. "What am I going to do with you?" He set the little one down on the table. "Say you're sorry and be more careful ... " He would offer to pay for the cup when they left.
Veth stared at him for a moment, wide-eyed, and then bobbed his head and made an apologetic noise. And with that, he was off again ... time to find something not breakable to play with.
