[ He's always been a bit of a putterer when it comes to domesticity. Or gardens. He prefers to work and he likes helping people, so... it comes a little naturally. He turns back to her, bringing along a steaming teapot and a couple of cups for them to use. He sets the tray on the table and then slides a chair out for himself to use. ]

I suppose it would help, yes, although quite a lot of them seem hostile to most Zenith, regardless. I'm sure I wouldn't find a warm welcome in Highstorm these days.

[ He looks a touch sheepish. ]

I may have gone slightly overboard.

[ Well. The less said about that the better. ]