That is his knee-jerk reaction, but despite himself his head turns just a notch in the direction of the back room. The notion of making tea, of the going through the motions of it, with the Knight, just for the sake of it... He can picture it for some reason. Except in his mind's eye there is far less mess, and he knows it.
A pause while Lemm eyes the cushion. He'd almost commented that they'd found some use of that, but it seemed ill-advised to point out they seemed to have settled on hugging the thing. Apparently they aren't fussy that he'd notice.
"It's too cluttered back there," he decides eventually. "We'd lose you in the mess. I could..." Tidy? Lemm shakes his head and gives up with a sigh. "Nowhere to put anything. Wasn't a terrible idea though." What happened to plain old not wanting them in his space?
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That is his knee-jerk reaction, but despite himself his head turns just a notch in the direction of the back room. The notion of making tea, of the going through the motions of it, with the Knight, just for the sake of it... He can picture it for some reason. Except in his mind's eye there is far less mess, and he knows it.
A pause while Lemm eyes the cushion. He'd almost commented that they'd found some use of that, but it seemed ill-advised to point out they seemed to have settled on hugging the thing. Apparently they aren't fussy that he'd notice.
"It's too cluttered back there," he decides eventually. "We'd lose you in the mess. I could..." Tidy? Lemm shakes his head and gives up with a sigh. "Nowhere to put anything. Wasn't a terrible idea though." What happened to plain old not wanting them in his space?
Wait. He's missed a trick, there.
"You cook?"