[That jogging does him good. She jogs too. Unfortunately she can't prove it now because there is no pan to reach down for in order to help him. So all she has is her coffee cup, mostly empty by now, held between both hands.

She likes the way he chops the ingredients. Just a thought.

Her gaze snaps up, and her lips quirk in a smile just slightly.] It could be flattering, depending on the human, I think. [A pause.] I prefer respect and communication.

If they were all in awe of me, I fear I would go mad from the ticking. [Because then who'd talk to her? She finishes her coffee and sets it aside.] May I?