Tularemia moved from the hat to the shoulder just before the Professor could take her previous perch, eyes still locked on Noa. She paused, then flattened her paws out in front of her, an invitation.

"Oh, no, you needn't- I can-" The Socialite sighed as the coat was taken. "Thank you. And, as well, thank you for hosting. You have a lovely home."

The Socialite inspected the tea arrangement with consideration, blushing only slightly at the heart-shaped chocolates. Surely, simply left over from the Feast of the Rose. Surely. "Might I try the cream-mimic fungus alone first? Even nearly exact similarities may have small differences and I'd like to see for my self if it and jasmine pair well together."