[Good manners, Break notes. And she's treating his impromptu offering so respectfully. He decides that he likes this one very much. He shall be nicer than usual and only mess with her a little, if the opportunity presents itself.]

I've not paid much attention to the network, I'm afraid, but of course I frequently cross paths with her here. She and I are in charge of watching over this place while Miss Ange is resting. [A pot wanders over to him, pouring a cup of tea for him of its own volition. Break snatches a wandering sugar bowl from the table and proceeds to spoon half of its contents into his tea, while the bowl waggles its little legs in the hopes of being set back down.] I imagine you're seeing a touch of awkwardness as she adjusts to her new role. Dear Ruby always does her best, but when you were raised in the woods by wild beasts and a half-tame crow, you're not going to nail down aristocratic manners overnight, you know?

[Clearly this is the only problem Ruby is having. Break gives the sugar bowl a fond pat as he sets it down, and it scurries off to hide amidst its porcelain brethren.]