[He knows enough to realize the spilt tea was his fault. He quieted, watching her a bit warily, gripping the pail more tightly. Wrong thing to say?]

... it's... it was just a feeling. I don't know.

Seemed like the sort of thing a mom would do, I guess, I don't— remember anything.

[He shifted a bit, uncomfortably, then, to make up for his mistake, quickly moved to bow in apology (accidentally splashing his feet in is haste).]

Forget I said that!