Of tea and things.
“I don’t see why they would.” the male replied simply, giving a slight shrug before glancing down at the young boy, giving him a nudge to the kitchen. “… That’s okay… Do you want to know a secret?” he questioned, crouching down in front of the other and leaning in a bit. “I’m not very good with people too. Crowds make me nervous…” he finally spoke, giving a light smile. “Though I play pretend to. I put up a big tough act to make sure no-one underestimates me. When in honesty—” he fell quiet, blinking once when he realized how much he had told the young boy, making his lips curve up a bit before he shook his head. “Never mind that. What kind of tea would you like?” he questioned, pushing himself up and walking over to the counter.
"...Well, because you're not suppose to fall asleep when you're learning. People get upset when you do. I fell asleep once and there was a really loud rapping sound back when I had to go to school...but I got away from that real fast,"he nodded his head. He headed into the kitchen at the man's insistence. Turning his head slightly he nodded his head. "When in honesty, you're still scared and shaking and you're afraid people will see? I know how that feels....I have to pretend to be brave but it's okay...you can be just you around me, Mister Jefferson. Orange tea, please?"
