Kurt's perched in the hammock on the second level of the cabin. One leg curled up underneath his body, he pushes himself idly from side to side as autumnal rain rattles against the closed balcony doors. A cardboard box of cassette tapes is on the floor; he's sorting through them, frowning over ones that don't have labels and those that seem to have been titled in a variety of alien languages.

He glances up as Jean-Paul arrives, setting the tape he's scrutinising aside to take one of the mugs.

"Danke schön. I'm sure it will be delicious." He shifts slightly, clearing up a couple of tapes with a scoop of his tail. "Join me?"