[Dylan is in and out of the kitchen, always leaving the kitchen with a tea cup on a saucer balanced carefully on his head. He doesn't know how many people here drink chamomile, let alone tea in general, but...this is the first time he doesn't feel completely horrible a trial. He wants to do something.
So, everyone gets a cup. Even the animals, if people request it. Or if they don't-because they probably need some too, after this week.
And once everyone's got some tea, he'll just...sit, eat, and drink for now.
Entertainment was...never really his strong suit...]
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So, everyone gets a cup. Even the animals, if people request it. Or if they don't-because they probably need some too, after this week.
And once everyone's got some tea, he'll just...sit, eat, and drink for now.
Entertainment was...never really his strong suit...]