Alicia simply quirked an eyebrow and glanced down at his bare feet before she looked back up at him. Adrian wasn’t brewing today, that much was obvious from the lack of smell in the building. And when he was at home while not brewing it meant that he was preparing ingredients; it was hardly a stretch to think that he hadn’t had lunch.
Sending him a small smile as he came towards her, she tilted her head slightly, decidedly not thinking about how Adrian being barefoot could change his entire demeanour. Through an intricate route of begrudging acceptance, he had become a friend, a sanctuary of sort, whose at times grumpy old man attitude could feel like a soothing balm. “Mmm, pray tell about this someone you plan on being civil with,” she teased him with a smirk.