[Like the mature, wise immortals they are, Time and Sebastian have of course talked through this experience already.
Ooorrr Sebastian's shoulders go up to his ears when he hears Time's voice in the shop. Can't he even do his experimental tea shopping in peace? Can't they just somehow manage to avoid each other in this tiny place forever? Sebastian should just pretend not to hear her.
Ooorr he can, from over here by the herb shelf, mutter this in response:]
One wonders if the delusions have truly ceased completely for some...
["I am a better cook than Sebastian" is a grave delusion, clearly. Are you really fully in your right mind now, dear ex-wifey??]