"What have I told you about putting your feet up on the coffee table?" Alhaitham narrowed his eyes. "Were you raised in a barn?" Their rent was two weeks late, and while Alhaitham tended to be fairly lenient, it was obvious his patience was running low today. Perhaps something was bothering him-- in any case, the scribe kicked their feet down off the table and grunted grumpily. "And make sure you wash those coffee cups," he added begrudgingly.