Kris returned the hug with a surprised motion, though he was perfectly happy to see Pam in a context outside of their abrupt matrimony.
"As did I, but anything's better than attempting them myself," he said, at east in talking about his disability even with a complete stranger. He was glad to have more familiar faces around the mansion, though, and he pressed himself to do everything within his power to continue the trend. Just as he opened his mouth to ask her another question, the kettle sprang to life, whistling its familiar tune. "I'm well. I hate to say this, but it's actually comforting to be back here."
He slid off of his stool, moving to collect the kettle carefully with one hand as the other held him aloft by his cane. He put the hot container on on the counter, settled onto a hot pad. "What kind of tea do you take?" There was a small selection in the kitchen, which was more than Kris needed. He collected a small packet of Earl Grey, waiting for Pam's request.