"Please," Geraint said almost pleadingly. "It’s something like the way you had trouble with the controls in the kitchen, right? It didn’t mean you were dumb because you couldn’t figure them out right away. It just meant you aren’t used to this kind of place. Well, it’s the same with us—we’re not used to you and your ways. Doesn’t mean we don’t like you just because we need a little time to get used to you." He wasn’t entirely sure what he was saying, and he wasn’t sure why she seemed to need their approval, but when the words came out they seemed to reassure her a little.