Once the water was on to heat and two mugs retrieved and tea bags readied for steeping, Isobel turned her attention back on Jasper, picking up on the issues he had with people knowing his fable. "Why is it so important to you that very few know?" she asked, crossing back over towards him, settling against the counter to lean as well.
"I guess it's hard for me to understand because I really don't mind who knows about me, though I think there are only two of you at this point." Shoulders shrugged up for a moment, and she flinched, hair tickling at her bare shoulders. The hairband she had around one wrist was quickly brought into action as she twisted her hair back into a makeshift bun to get it up off of her shoulders. "I can see it mattering if you think they'll hurt you because of it, but if it's just a matter of their opinions about you..."
Another shrug. "I don't think that matters, but that's just me. Who you are doesn't affect what I think about you, at least."