The scent of peppermint hit him in a waft from the hot cup and Cutty looked over at it. It's colour was distinct giving a secondary confirmation to its minty badness. He reached for the next crystal and readjusted the purple cloth on his hand glancing at the dirty he'd collected. Angel should be doing this. Angel and her still squeaky little voice.

The boy was smiling, and not just of his own accord, but returning Cassiopeia's pink and bright with his own monkey-like one. She didn't doubt his nobleness. He moved on to the next crystal and then the next as he listened to Professor Morgan's answer. Stopping mid-way through, he turned to take a sip from the tea and looked to Morgan. "Yer mean..." A sip and then a holding of his face together as the strength hit him. "It's a show of strength to help othehs?" He put the teacup down and continued with the purple cloth. "This one seems really eager to connect. Or is I joost me?" He commented on the large crystal ball he'd just finished.