This entire situation, if he thought about it too hard, would have left his old self feeling utterly embarrassed and humiliated. And while he hadn't grown much from the person that he was when he'd first arrived, but he had enough that he could put that line of thought out of his mind. This situation wasn't demoralizing just because he didn't know what he was doing. It was... new. That was the word for it. New.
"Oh. Two sugars, please," Eobard said, figuring to go for the simplest equation. It differed, after all, depending upon the type of tea, but right now, he wasn't concerned about the specifics of the brew. He had something more important to focus on, like the way the infant was yawning and grasping out at nothing. Shifting the stuffed puppy towards Gideon, Eobard couldn't help but smile as his tiny hand closed around the puppy's nose.
"It's probably obvious I'm a bit out of my depth," Eobard said, looking over towards the kitchen. "My experience with children is..." restricted to the time he attempted to murder one? Yeah. No. "Limited. Let's go with limited."