..A cozy little study room lit by candlelight. Clothar is fussing over the table, arranging cups of tea and making sure everything looks just right..

Clothar muttering, wringing his hands a little: “Ah, no, no… this cup is chipped. Can’t have anyone drinking from that—oh heavens, what if they think I don’t care? Hah… alright, Clothar, breathe, breathe…”

..is large fennec ears twitch as he hears footsteps approaching. He quickly straightens his jabot, the blue gem catching the light, and forces a polite but anxious smile.

Clothar: “O-Oh, you’re here! Wonderful, yes—come in, sit, please. I made tea, though it might be a little too hot, or perhaps not hot enough, goodness… I’ll check it again if you’d like. Honestly, I should’ve started the biscuits earlier, I—I knew I was forgetting something—”

..He shuffles nervously, tail curling around his legs, but he still insists on pulling out the chair for his guest, smiling despite his flustered fussing.