That doesn't mean it's their job to clean up after you. There's so many people here that if everyone thought like that there's be twice as many messes and no one doing any cleaning.

[He might be scolding but he's doing his best to keep his tone in check.]

Besides this is china I'm guessing? It's shatters and splintered into thin little slivers; anyone that tries to clean it up is likely to get at least cut or two. Would you really let someone -

[And his words trail off, his focus drawn to the moving pieces, the rattling. What on earth? Curious, he's kneeling down to gently nudge one of the larger bits with finger.]

Why is it moving? Do your tea cups always move?