[The tea was perfect, Oscar noted upon taking a sip. It was the warm enough to enjoy without fear of burns, with just enough sweetness that the natural bitterness of the tea was tempered without overpowering the flavor of the blend. Were it not for the circumstances, Oscar would have been impressed.

Instead, he only felt his heart squeeze itself into a corner with worry.]

...I know, and I'm grateful for that.

[He said, still edging towards diplomacy on this matter.]

But, what about Shortcake? And all of the chickens? They need someone to help take care of them. And, they'll get lonely.