Katie smiles, fond, dragging a chair over one-handed to set Jamie on. As long as she keeps a close eye on him, he should be alright, and he doesn't seem to mind too much. Thumping his hands against chubby little thighs, he lets out a string of gibberish, but he doesn't try to leave the seat. Yet, at least.

"Nonsense, you'll be great," Katie says. She begins to fill the retrieved cup. "It's just another science. All you have to do is make sure the numbers add up and follow the process."