It took Kit several moments to realise that he was being spoken to. The faint singing, coupled with the wafting of tea across the way and the lingering scent of vanilla, lulled him into a calm state that took a few moments to dissipate. Once it became apparent that Mona was indeed speaking to him, he hesitated for a moment before pushing himself off the pole and moving closer. He kept his eyes fixed on the girl leaning out of the window, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he took in the sight; the telltale Kemp hair, the innocent face, and the spattering of freckles that covered her face and disappeared beneath her clothing.
Swiftly scooping up the lights, Kit arched up in order to hand them back to their owner. "Here you are," he said, waiting until his hands were once again free before slipping them into the pockets of his pants. "Do you need some help, by chance?"