Kindle's ears flicked as he heard Icetales' talking about his studies. He never had that much of an interest in space, his sister though... He wondered how would it be if Icetales and her were to meet. Surely something good at least.
"Oh?" Kindle answered, unsure where the question had come from. The fox followed Icetales' gaze and met his own tails, or rather, the flower he was carefully holding in them. "Oh, yes. Is just natural, given I lived with shaymins. I got to practice to be able to help out in some way, given my ice is meant more to kill plants than to tend to them, so I only have my paws." The ninetales answered as he balanced the flower on top of his tail, getting it closer to his snout and closing his eyes to smell it. "Is part of the reason why I'm almost obsessed with gracideas. They meant a lot for them, so they mean a lot for me too." As he talked, Kindle kept his paw on the teapot as it filled with water. When he smelt the flower, the muscles on his legs relaxed, pushing the teapot a little to the side, just a little. The fox heard something hissing, and turned around to see his paw now receiving the water jet. So, the machine served to boil it as he wanted.
It was boiling.
In his paw.
It hurt.
The fox recoiled so quickly he looked like an exhalation, holding his leg against his chest as he winced. How ironic, while talking about a green thumb, he had gotten a burned one.