Daine knows Kitten well enough to hear the satisfaction in the tread of her paws as she comes galumphing back down the stairs. "Are they awake?" she asks, once the dragonet has made it back into the kitchen. Kitten nods cheerfully, and Daine figures that her good spirits probably mean that she hasn't upset anyone in the process.
It occurs to her that 'awake' and 'leaving Biffy's bed' aren't synonymous, and she adds, "Did it seem like they were coming down?" Her hand hesitates above the teapot, not wanting more tea to go to waste if it's just going to be her and Kitten having a cup before bed. The dragon snorts, then nods again, and Daine adds the tea, biting back a smirk as she does so. It definitely wouldn't do to laugh at them, but she can't help but appreciate how odd a situation this is: the immortal werewolves being the young lovers while she might as well be their ma, downstairs making tea and waiting to see how embarrassed they are whenever they come down.
Her own cup (and Kitten's, which is more milk and honey than actual tea) are done before she hears any footfalls on the stairs. Daine leans back against the counter with her hands wrapped around her mug and watches Kitten make swatting motions at Pawvus, who's attempting to stick his nose in her cup. "Pawvus, leave be. You wouldn't like it," Daine says. Then, as the first werewolf shows himself, she ticks up her eyebrows. "Evening," she drawls, deliberately bland, though she has to take a sip of tea to hide her smile.
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Date: 2017-06-06 11:18 pm (UTC)From:It occurs to her that 'awake' and 'leaving Biffy's bed' aren't synonymous, and she adds, "Did it seem like they were coming down?" Her hand hesitates above the teapot, not wanting more tea to go to waste if it's just going to be her and Kitten having a cup before bed. The dragon snorts, then nods again, and Daine adds the tea, biting back a smirk as she does so. It definitely wouldn't do to laugh at them, but she can't help but appreciate how odd a situation this is: the immortal werewolves being the young lovers while she might as well be their ma, downstairs making tea and waiting to see how embarrassed they are whenever they come down.
Her own cup (and Kitten's, which is more milk and honey than actual tea) are done before she hears any footfalls on the stairs. Daine leans back against the counter with her hands wrapped around her mug and watches Kitten make swatting motions at Pawvus, who's attempting to stick his nose in her cup. "Pawvus, leave be. You wouldn't like it," Daine says. Then, as the first werewolf shows himself, she ticks up her eyebrows. "Evening," she drawls, deliberately bland, though she has to take a sip of tea to hide her smile.