[He stays silent out of sheer embarrassment for the rest of the walk. Every so often there's a hitch in his step, almost a limp, but he corrects himself with little more than a grimace.

The teapot he pulls out of his stash is plain, still the color of clay, with dragonflies painted white around the the rim of the lid.]

Don't freak out about the manor, alright. I gave Tubby free reign of the place, but she didn't seem all that interested.