Giving a soft hum of agreement, he moved to climb over the bar and made his way to the pot which she had pointed out. He put the tea bag in, tail flicking against the backs of his thighs as he closed the pot back up and dropped down to a crouch in front of the cups.
Quickly pulling out a teacup, once he found them, he stood back up and gave the water inside the pot a swirl, turning the heat down slightly so he could pour the woman a cup.
"I see," he mumbled, brushing his fingers over the hot spout of the teapot, unphased by the heat surprisingly. "Well, I can always help with that. I played drums most of my stay in the shelter." Pouring her a cup once it had cooled just slightly, he moved back over to her and set the cup down, twisting the grip around so she didn't have to reach over the steaming liquid.
"I'll see what they can do. I'm sure you can guess that I'm pretty picky about what I like and what I dont."
Quickly pulling out a teacup, once he found them, he stood back up and gave the water inside the pot a swirl, turning the heat down slightly so he could pour the woman a cup.
"I see," he mumbled, brushing his fingers over the hot spout of the teapot, unphased by the heat surprisingly. "Well, I can always help with that. I played drums most of my stay in the shelter." Pouring her a cup once it had cooled just slightly, he moved back over to her and set the cup down, twisting the grip around so she didn't have to reach over the steaming liquid.
"I'll see what they can do. I'm sure you can guess that I'm pretty picky about what I like and what I dont."
