Open The Trenches Trembling Treble

Pomodu's joy was very nearly radiant at Berchar's question. "She i'su very goo'du tea'cha!" the red panda confirmed, holding still to let Berchar fetch down the coin even as she demonstrated her newly acquired skills. "O'ne, two, tuee, fouh, fi've!" She put a coin on each pawpad to demonstrate. Her smile faltered slightly as she looked down at the menu. "Ah, wha'tu we oh'dah agai'n?" Evidently short-term memory was not the once-princess's strength.
 
Whisper blinked at the approval and promptly hid their muzzle in their paws. They were absolutely not accustomed to taking kind words from anyone but their family, but on top of that, Berchar mentioning tutors made Whisper realise fully how embarrassing it must've been to watch. This deformed runt, struggling to speak fluently and having to think of people as siblings just to get the message through? They were the good teacher and tutor? Whisper anxiety and stress got to them again but not before they've managed to tell Pomodu. "W-water a-a-aand t-two b-beers o-or g-g-grogs f-for you t-t-two, P-p-please..."

They kept their composure somewhat, making them look much more embarrassed and shy from the approval of their skill than actually worried.
 
Pomodu’s warmth was infectious; Berchar returned her smile as he hopped back down, setting the high-value coin back upon the table beside her upturned paw. He could only imagine what an unconventional trio they must have made to an outside observer, but in the moment it did not concern him: they had already managed much tonight.

“I think beer’s the safer bet,” he recommended quietly, “but you could get one of each if you’ve never tried grog before. Grog, water and beer, in that case.”
 
Pomodu listened to the shifting orders, furrowing her brow as she tried to count them off again. "Okay," she allowed, "So i'fu we ge'tu da'tu, de'n..." It was another three minutes before the pair managed to correct her math and get the order cemented in her mind. To her credit, Pomodu didn't embarrass herself when she went up to the bar, placed her order, and paid exact change. When she came back to the table, a whole tray of drinks between her paws, she was beaming. "I di'du i'tu!" she exclaimed, setting down their drinks, which sloshed dangerously. "I ge'tu u'su di dui'n'kusu!" She passed out the order to each of them, beaming at the pair. "You ah very goo'du tea'chah'su!" she remarked, raising a glass to the pair. "Go so'du you'se'fu!" she toasted, proclaiming the insult with cheerful ignorance to its meaning.
 
Whisper gave a small clap to Pomodu doing her job well and bringing back the correct order and change. Albeit again it made them embarrassed as they remembered that the red panda was a princess, not their younger sister. Still, upon getting a mug of water they eagerly joined the toast, even if it was one rather obscene. With that and after sating some of their thirst, which now Whisper had realised was actually quite consuming so they downed the mug and put it onto the table before starting to speak again. "I thank you f-for e-encouraging m-me and y-your patience. I l-live in The Trenches, q-quite nearby. I-if you we-were to join me. W-we could fi-figure out that teaching t-thing... If y-you want of c-course!" They added quickly to not seem pressing in any way. Still anxious, but at least slightly assured, Whisper was now ready to go.



When Pomodu and Berchar came to the first actual lesson, Whisper was absolutely not ready. They did at least clean up their flatlet. It was still a chaos, but it did give an idea of organised one at least. Whisper sat there by the piano as their two pupils were about to come in, still having zero clue how to act or what to do. They only knew one thing, those two beasts trusted them and supported them in their endeavours. Worst case, the fox could just again act as if the two were their younger siblings. Despite the embarrassment, it did work like a charm last time.

And upon hearing the knock to the door. Whisper said somewhat loud. "P-please c-come in!" As they've turned around on their music stool. They were visibly stressed but smiling. Wearing a white shirt and black, baggy trousers made them look professional... as much as a kit would look at their first concerto.
 
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