Eppie laughed, and there was no condemnation in the sound, only good-hearted amusement. She slipped her little hand through Tico's arm, gently pressing him into 'leading' her toward the teashop. After all, properly directing a man in the direction he ought to lead one was an invaluable skill, one that Eppie was a most enthusiastic student of. They reached the shaded patio without fairly uneventfully, only having to dodge a few urchins that zoomed by on little scooters. Eppie gave a subtle signal to the proprietoress, and shortly they were seated. Eppie had yet to hear her new friend utter anything comprehensible since she'd asked his name.