He'd been pouring over his attempt at a new concoction. He was going to perfect it tonight. He could feel it in his bones. Well, maybe he would. He kept getting distracted by a sketch he made of something that dispensed potions like a spray hose. He could have just bought a gardening harness at the market, but he wanted it to look unique and make it his own. It'd be a lot like the fire thing Riyeko and he had used at the docks.... Why hadn't he tried to contact the machinest for that anyway?
The voice piercing through the floor was ignored, of course. He was busy. He needed to focus, which meant he had to prepare himself for the yell that inevitably followed, but he was trying to pour things and measure things and focusing was important. If it was really something he had to deal with, she'd make sure he knew.