Terence looked down at the kneazle again, watching it eat, then back up to Rose, brow still arched. "I suppose it makes sense not to change his name," he said, although he still felt sorry for the creature. Not because of its lost limb, but mostly because being that fuzzy and having a name like Dorothy meant that there was zero chance of the cat ever having any sort of masculine quality.
But Terence abandoned the kneazle contemplations while he searched for a spoon for his oatmeal. "Thank you," he replied politely. It was still surreal to be sharing space with Rose this early in the morning, and he felt a bit silly for sticking around and maybe being in her way, but at least the initial awkwardness had faded. As soon as Terence had fished out a spoon, he tucked into his oatmeal. He made a face at the first bite, so it was good that Rose hadn't asked for some-- that would have been even more embarrassing. He kept eating it anyway. "What're you going to have?" he asked as he leaned back against the counter, hopefully out of Rose's way.
"Cocoa's probably worthless by now, but thank you, Rose," Terence said with a nod. He noticed the flash of ire in Rose's eyes, and he certainly hadn't seen anything like that from her before, but it did make him feel a bit better. He might have underestimated Rose before, but now it felt good knowing that Astoria had somebody else in her life who would fight for her. "I'm fine. It's just going to take some time to iron things out with Daphne. But I think it'll be good for Astoria-- she needs to be more independent," he explained.