[Perfect. He doesn't have to worry about... non-modern heating methods, let's say. He manages a small smile, then sets aside the box of tea and gets to leisurely looking for things in the cupboards with his Mage Hand. Agate ends up hopping onto the table, shoving her beak into his hair and against his shoulder. Aggressive snugs.
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[Perfect. He doesn't have to worry about... non-modern heating methods, let's say. He manages a small smile, then sets aside the box of tea and gets to leisurely looking for things in the cupboards with his Mage Hand. Agate ends up hopping onto the table, shoving her beak into his hair and against his shoulder. Aggressive snugs.
He'll be okay, for a little while.]