[ her sticking out her tongue at him makes him laugh, his head tilting down as his eyes crinkle in the corners — she's adorable, isn't she? now that he's talked to her a few times, seen her charm, he'll have to remember to rib scott about her being totally out of his league.

but, right, the matter at hand. ]

She's proper nice, from what I know. Haven't met her, obviously, but... [ but he doesn't think it'd be that scary — the blue light had seemed welcoming, almost, and under different circumstances, he would have stayed to meet her. but he hadn't been ready, then, and he's certainly not ready now. ]

... Yeah. I'm glad, too. [ his quiet smile turns into surprise as she places the comb in his hand, and he blinks dumbly as she skips back to the pile of things... right. well, better get to it, then. he sets the bag of feed aside and starts combing through the woollen coat, stopping to pick out a leaf or a twig every once in a while when the comb doesn't catch them. ]

Hm, I reckon so, yeah. Plenty of us just in London alone.