"His tea is very good; it's not what I'm used to, but it's still tasty." Miku sighed dreamily at the thought of it. "And despite how... scary he looks, he's very nice. Kind of grandfatherly, really." She wagged a finger at him, "I trust him, and he's generally very..."

Miku tapped her lower lip, looking for the word. "Soothing. Sort of. It's hard to explain. He's calmer than everyone else."