<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2015/014/5/8/april_by_jennyverse-d8dypxd.jpg)</div>April found his eyes drawn to the way that Splinter's long tail swayed to and fro as she set about preparing their tea. Or rather, he found his eyes drawn to the way that her shapely hips and caboose swayed subtly along with it. It was an enchanting sight, but he had enough discretion to quickly shift his eyes upward as she turned around to speak in that delicate voice of hers. "I'm not sure if anyone would actually believe me even if I did try to tell them about you." he said with a short laugh, certain that she would understand why. He had hardly believed it himself until he'd found himself getting a much more personal interview than he ever could have expected with Michelangelo herself.<br/><br/>Her words on his inborn curiosity that had led him to become a reporter in the first place brought a sheepish grin to his face, and he rubbed the back of his neck while waiting for her to bring the tea over to the table. The graceful rat woman showed her sense of humor in her initial reply to his questions, further increasing her elegant charm. After that though, she gave him the full story behind how she and her turtle charges had ended up in the sewers of New York. Needless to say, April found it all very fascinating; listening and absorbing every word like a sponge as the ninja mistress went on. Eventually the tail came to an end though, leaving the young man to sit and absorb the astonishing tale in silence for a moment.<br/><br/>"Wow. That's all incredible. And you say you named them all after painters from the Renaissance? How creative." April finally said with a smile, sipping at the steaming tea. He chuckled at her apt description of her children. He hadn't met Leonardo or Donatello yet, but the way she spoke of Raphael and Michelangelo sounded right on the money to him. He wondered if she knew exactly how much Michelangelo enjoyed partying though. "You're so kind. Not many would do what you've done for those turtles. They're lucky to have you for a mother." he continued earnestly, genuinely impressed by the lengths Splinter had gone for her adopted children. He grew thoughtful for a time though, and wondered where the container of green 'ooze' that had mutated them all in the first place had come from. That was something that likely bore looking into at a later date.