jack-anderson started following you
Since the moment he's woken up, it's hurt to speak. It's a little better, at least he can talk, it's just painful to do so. First thing in the morning, Janice put a thermos of hot tea into his hands, warned him that it was thick with honey (much to his distaste) and told him that the moment he was able to raise his voice to notify her-- He still had several orders to give. All they were waiting for at this point was for his voice to catch up.
Hearing the small bell above the door of the shop jingle, his tiger groans, standing and circling around his feet. Unconsciously, his hand drops to her ears, and he leans forward against the counter slightly. "Hello," he says softly. "Welcome to the Service Shop. Got an appointment, or do you need to make one?"