Cross-Stitch smiled, "Right; Mr. Flink, then," He said, laughing a bit. The name seemed to tickle his tongue as it rolled off of it. "Flink, you should really calm down..." Cross-Stitch said, growing ever more concerned the longer that the pegasus talked, "Has work been this stressful to you? My, it makes me feel lucky that I didn't find myself in such a career." He shook his head, unable to imagine what the doctor must have gone through to end up in such a wreck. An idea popped in his head, a way to repay the good doctor for what he had done for him, "Ah! Let me make you some tea, perhaps that will calm you." Cross-Stitch walked over to the door of his shop and flipped the 'Open' sign to 'Closed,' "I also live here, you see. The living quarters are up the stairs here." Cross-Stitch crossed the room as he spoke and began to ascend the stairs, trying to decide what kind of tea Flink would prefer.