Manners weren’t really something high on her list of things to be worried about at the moment, although it was sort of cute to watch him being so ridiculously unbred. It was sweet and honestly, reminded her of Peter. He was lacking in manners for the most part himself. Her lips tugged into a soft smile, briefly, before it faded as she returned to her thoughts.

Hearing his voice though, she frowned. She chewed her lips and lowering her gaze, she had to wonder about what happened to his door.

“Mr Wolf,” shifting nervously in her seat, fork playing at her food, Red spoke quietly, “how did your door get the way it is?”