[ Again, Michael doesn't really notice the cats. One of them falls and hits her face and any normal kid might laugh or rush to help her, but Michael just watches it happen from the corner of his eye, too focused on saying the things he's practiced and getting through this afternoon as smoothly as he can. The dirt's in and he can start adding everything else he brought over - the stones, the branches, the water dish, whatever else Tate's new snake might need - but he doesn't, not yet. He's too busy listening to Tate, intense and hyperfocused.

Maurtia Falls. Okay. He hasn't been there yet, but maybe he can poke around, hopefully even find where Tate used to live. He's gotta go to the Nonah mansion, too - see if he left anything on set after the show wrapped up. Michael wants to know as much about Tate as possible so he can have an advantage when they start getting closer, and having a whole new city to filter through for information... that feels like a huge head start. He's excited enough by the prospect that he completely forgets to make any kind of sympathetic noise when Tate mentions his roommate.

And then he's offered a beer. Again, he's never had a beer before. His heart skips a beat. ]

Can I? I mean - [ He hears Constance's voice, hears the way she corrected his grammar shift from scolding and firm to shaky and injured. ] May I? Anything's fine, I'll - take whatever you have.

[ He rushes to work on the terrarium again, keeping his head down and avoiding eye contact so as to not look eager or overly interested in making smalltalk. The cat's still staring at him, unblinking, and Michael finally starts to really notice her. He's seen cats like her before. They never really seem to like him. This could be a problem, if she starts getting territorial. ]

What's, um - what's your cat's name? The... big one.