Handing Stella the final dried pan, he replied, “Don’t mention it. You were just as nice, if not nicer, for making dinner on such short notice. And what a dinner it was. My taste buds are still doing back-flips.” With the pot of honey in hand, Anton ladled a spoonful of the sweet stuff into his steaming mug. Naturally, since this was honey, excess oozed over the spoon’s sides, which he was able to deftly stir into his tea without spilling any.<br/><br/>Comfortably seated by the window, he nodded in agreement at her assessment of the window seat. He and Evangeline loved it, too, as did Licorice, of course. The humans of #508 were always happy to share the coveted seat, whether it was with each other or with their black feline. If Licorice, however, got there first, the brat kitty had a tendency to stretch to her fullest, as if to say, “Mine, all mine.”<br/><br/>Laughing at her comment about Tesla and his fridge, Anton replied, “I highly doubt that. By now, they must be at least moving around with semi-clear heads. I also think he’s more interested in her than he is in food.” Sipping his still-hot brew, he bobbed his head at checking on Tesla and Licorice once their tea was done. “This is yummy,” he stated. “I can see why you like it so much.”