They file in a little like soldiers, or courtiers, like they're going off a book of manners she hasn't read. She thought she'd broken Biffy of such habits, though she supposes he might be doing it for Lyall's sake more than hers. She got the sense that lots of folk from Biffy's realm have such pretty manners, though knowing that doesn't make it any easier for her to match them. Curtsying looks fair silly in breeches.

Either way, it makes her a bit nervous until Biffy says 'our household,' and then she relaxes some. At least he makes it sound like it's still hers, too. She doesn't really think she'd be turned out, but she doesn't want to assume anything now that Lyall's here.

"He's had lots to say about you, too," Daine replies, pushing away from the counter. "All good things," she hastens to add. Kitten looks up from her cup and nods, then squawks indignantly as Pawvus takes the opportunity to stick his nose in her unguarded beverage. The cat retreats to give his own nose a contemplative lick, before evidently deciding further exploration isn't worth it. "I did tell you," Daine says pointedly as the cat leaps gracelessly to the floor.

Turning back to Biffy and Lyall, she adds, "You weren't any bother. I've got fair used to it since I moved in." Nodding at the teapot, she says, "I've started some of the stronger stuff for you."