"More for me!" He grins, using his finger to drag the bowl back toward him. His tail gives a contented little swoosh behind him, and he tucks the device away into his robes, as to not end up accidentally forgetting it later.

"All you'll need is a thank you, and you're welcome. Easier than worrying over what you should or shouldn't say, or if you're too humble or too proud." Such are the ways he's been taught, the precepts to navigate social truths, and what pride is wrought when a Lan. Too much of it is deadly, too little is disrespectful.

Helping, kindness, those are precepts too.

"Why, you got some level to beat before we hit the eye of this storm?"