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Curry was on his way back from the market. He'd been buying spices once again. No not to cause mischief for once... though is was some times fun to sneak into the home of some poor unsuspecting fae and add a wrong spice or two to their cooking... he wasn't on grounds for shenanigans today. He was cutting through the forest, bag of spice in hand to his home. The spice today was for a meal he was making. Brazed meat with veggies and tandoori sauce was what was on the menu today. He'd have started it earlier but he'd run out of spices in some of the pranks he'd pulled earlier this week.

Voices... how strange. He heard voices this far out in the woods. Stopping, he looked around. There in the distance he saw it. A dark figure talking to a tiny white.... well what ever it was it didn't look like it was talking on it's own. Quietly, he creeped up closer. He wanted a better look. Curse his own fox like curiosity, he wanted to see what or who was talking for that matter. Stopping a little ways away, he watched her from the shade and shelter of a rather large tree. His tails twitched in unison with intrigue. She was.. for she was very much so a she and not a he, Lovely.. but a bit off her rocker if he did say so himself. Here he stood, eying her, listening to the woman go on to the plush. Finally it became too much and try as he might, he couldn't help the snorted laugh that escaped him.

He hadn't meant to alert her to him. Not that way at least. It wasn't that he thought her looks funny it was more so the elaborate puppet show he was watching. "Forgive me if I've startled you... I didn't mean to laugh so loud.. only your little friend there looked quite the sight. It was amusing." He pointed at the plush in her hands as he spoke. "You seem to have been entertaining yourself.. forgive me for interrupting it." Looking around he gave a small shrug before stepping further out from the tree's shadows. "You're a long ways off from the village... Not lost are you?"

Every tail twitched and swayed about him as he smiled. "Ah I see.. I was on my way home as well.. Cooking supper. I went to get some spices...." He held up the spice pouch and looked off to the direction he'd been headed first. "If you haven't eater.. You're welcome to join.. it's the least I could do after being rude.. I'm Curry by the way."

He nodded his head with a smile. "Good. Then it is settled." He smiled and offered her his arm. "Shall we then, Miss Hallow?" He tucked his bag of spices out of view and awaited her to take his arm before setting off. "It's not too far away. Please excuse any mess though. I'm afraid a bachelor's home would be most unlike what you're accustomed." He wasn't the most clutter free sort. His house had papers and other things that were scattered about his home. Sure he picked up every now and then.. but not as often as you'd think.

Alright then Miss Tabby." He smiled once again leading her through a careful path. The way to his house wasn't well worn. It seemed like once many might have travled to it on a happier time, likely before he'd ever found the place, but those times were long past. The path was showing signs of neglect where it was over growing with plants and the front entry looked a little worse for wear. Surely the place was riddled with holes and crack to let in the draft... right?

Stopping at the front door, he patted her hand lightly and opened the door. Inside was warm and cozy, not like the exterior of the place seemed to give the impression to. In the hearth was the pale dim glow of orange coals struggling to keep life. As he escorted her in, he let her hand go so that she would be free to wander about some. Going to the fireplace, he took poker in hand and poked it to some life. The coals spit, snapped and sputtered at him as the fell apart. Once satisfied, he added smaller pieces of wood and then a few larger ones before blowing on the coals. With his coaxing the fire soon roared back to life. Standing, he headed into the back room. The kitchen was here. He had all his pots and pans here and after doing what prep work he needed, he brought the pot into the front room, put the handle on a hook and swung it over the fire to cook. "There.. dinner's on it's way."