I am making conversation, Wriothesley. Should I not ask how you are doing? Imagine the gall!

[Gosh! He could never. He waves a hand, like, this isn't even close to his bare minimum amount of fussing, which Wriothesley has firsthand experience with, anyway.]

I have been fine, I suppose.

[Honestly, a little bored, which makes him twitchy. What misadventures will this place come up with next...]

Ah! I did procure use of a kitchen, though. Once I have mastered my first dish, I will bring you a sample.