[The little rat shakes her hand as best she can with her tiny arms. After that, she crawls along the edge of basket, helping pull aside the blanket so Jen can see all the kittens. They're so small their eyes have yet to open, cooing with scarcely audible cries. Everett hums, able to hear they're hungry.]
Let me bring some milk along with the tea. A few drops might tide over the little ones, until their mother can return... [he hopes she does, hand feeding all those kittens would be a real task. Easier with company to help, but still, the mother would be best.
He has been arranging his second-hand tea set out on a platter to carry from the kitchen, adding on a vessel with milk. Carrying it over, it'll be set on the table between the couch and hearth, Everett carefully pouring a cup for Jen and then himself. The blend smells lovely and inviting; a Springtide recipe of hibiscus, cinnamon, ginger, and chocolate.]
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Let me bring some milk along with the tea. A few drops might tide over the little ones, until their mother can return... [he hopes she does, hand feeding all those kittens would be a real task. Easier with company to help, but still, the mother would be best.
He has been arranging his second-hand tea set out on a platter to carry from the kitchen, adding on a vessel with milk. Carrying it over, it'll be set on the table between the couch and hearth, Everett carefully pouring a cup for Jen and then himself. The blend smells lovely and inviting; a Springtide recipe of hibiscus, cinnamon, ginger, and chocolate.]