The mention of Aspel caused him to stiffen before he forcibly relaxed and continued on with making his tea. He let the silence stretch for a moment, busying himself with finding a cup and ensuring that the tea didn't oversteep before he was able to pour it. Once all of that had been done and the kitchen could offer him no more distraction, he went back into the main room and took a seat next to Ari. "Duck isn't breakfast," he pointed out, taking a sip from his cup. Maybe if he could just ignore the topic of Aspel, things would be okay.