<strong>Character:</strong>Theodore "Teddy" Weber<br/><strong>Date:</strong>110 PA, whatever day it is. Noonish local time.<br/><strong>Location</strong>Dining Area<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Genie, Aurora<br/><hr/><br/>Ted smiled at the conversation, not least of which because the vision speaking to him was lovely and scantily clad. "Nah, go ahead. Take what you like. Anyone comes late, I'll make them a sandwich. As to dessert, go for it. Not really my specialty. Not to live the cliche, but I'm best at meat. Not even my kitchen to begin with, company's kitchen. I just like to busy my hands. If I spent all day at studies, I'm sure I'd be up to no good by now." He patted one of the serving dishes lightly, he didn't want to burn his hand making an idle point. "Helps me keep honest and humble. No one's died yet from it, either, so there's something." A smile, or a fair resemblance of one, cracked his features. "I see your friend is allowing you to shuttle her around. How like a feline to decide that walking is beneath them." It was a jest, but he couldn't help aiming a few jabs at the cat-creature. Their kinds were ancient rivals, after all, in all the histories which noted their interaction.<br/><br/>He gave an exaggerated bow to the feline empress on her arm-throne. "Shall I bring madame a warm saucer of milk, or will she take a cold glass for her refreshment this hour?" His teeth were bared, but in a fierce grin rather than an overtly threatening manner. His jibes would surely get her tail in a bunch, he thought.