[koby’s dressed simply – his usual fare of overalls over a sweater, warm and loose-fitting, casual in a way that doesn’t speak so much of beguiling or wooing as it does comfort, relaxation. granted, a big bonus of this ensemble is that lincoln can ride in the front of the overalls, snuggled against koby’s chest with his arms beneath her to support her fluffy, feathery weight.

it’s sort of a comical look, young man with duck, the latter peering out from under the bib of the overalls and looking around with a coolly disinterested expression on her face. koby, at least, seems delighted to be there, toeing off his shoes at the door (manners!) and beaming brightly at goodsir.]

Tea would be wonderful, thank you. [settling in the seat, koby unbuckles both straps of the overalls, letting lincoln slide onto his lap, then hop to an unoccupied chair with a meditative little wak sound. the straps stay undone for the moment, as koby leans over to smooth the duck’s feathers, his sweater riding up a bit, showing a flash of his back, his hip, the curve of his waist – ten seconds in and he’s already acting scandalous.

there’s no awareness in his pleasant, cheerful expression, though, smiling up at harry as he approaches.] You might convince her to change residences, if it’s iceberg or romaine. Those are her favorites. [from lincoln: wak?]