Fortunately for Bast, Mal was completely unaware than anyone else had any kind of ability. It was unfortunate, feeling different when you were already different enough as it was. At least in her own eyes, she was. Of course, Bast was fortunate for the fact that Mal was by and large one of the most easygoing females on the island. There wasn’t much he could say that would offend her. He didn’t know that, but she planned on cluing him in eventually. As soon as they got talking.
After glancing around the living room and deciding that it was a comfortable enough place, she followed him in the direction of the kitchen and peered around. He had the pot of water on the grill-thing already and she smiled a little. “I was going to offer to help, but it looks like you have everything handled,” she paused, thinking about it for a second.
He mentioned leaving the nest and she nodded. “I left home a year late. That year was pretty much the most annoying I’d ever experienced,” she mused. Living with her parents when she was over eighteen had been a constant battle of three on two. Her brothers and her dad refused to let her grow up and her mom tried to defend her, but there was only so much she could do against the three of them. Mal, of course, appreciated it. “My dad pretty much kicked and screamed when I moved out. To this day, he’s trying to get me to move back in, but…yeah, no.” She laughed softly and then shook her head no. “I don’t think so, no. So long as you don’t have any creeper tendencies. Watching me when I sleep or going al Hannibal Lecter on me or whatever.”
She accepted the mug graciously when he handed it to her. “Thanks,” she said with a smile, looking at the liquid and simply holding it in her hands, allowing them to absorb the warmth. She was still a little bit chilly.