The very end of Maurice's tail sways a little faster and he follows Hanna.

Hanna is right about sitting being an ordeal. Maurice approaches the bench as though it were some kind of alien art piece. His tail doesn't bend as much the closer to his ass it is so just sitting with it behind him doesn't work. He entertains the idea of sitting backwards, but the gap between the back of the bench and the seat is too narrow for his legs. At last, like a lady riding side-saddle, he side sits on the bench facing Hanna with his tail draping off into the grass.

"I think this is about as good as it's gonna get but...it's okay, I think."