Reynard sighs, his shoulders sagging as he shakes his head at her. What is he going to do with her?

"As long as you learn." He ruffles her hair lightly. "If you make crumpets in my home, make sure Hazel or I are with you first, alright?" His hands settle on his hips and then shuffle into folded arms instead. "If you still want to live with me, I mean."