Tamara smiles, drinking some of her ice tea, still looking at him, then a bit away, her tail swishing smoothly and quietly. She isn't stressed at all, and wouldn't really udnerstand why she should be stressed in front of Sar should someone ask her. The tigress listens to him and nods, giggling a bit.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Your mom seems to be pretty... strict... I don't remembers her being that way the first time I saw her... She was quite nice with me...</span>she says, leaning back on her chair and relaxing, protected from the sunrays by the shadow of the big umbrella.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Dad is very nice, yes. And so is everyone on the house. Charles, the butler, Anna, the head of the house crew, you didn't met her yet, and the whole crew. I am very lucky to live here, to have been picked up by dad at the pet shop...</span>her voice fades some as some memories from the pet shop are brought back to her mind, smiling softly.