"Right," he said absently even though it was left, his voice drowned out by the sound of footsteps reverberating through the stairs.
By the time he realised he meant left, he was in the kitchen with his head stuck inside the fridge - but Thaumas would have already figured it out by then anyway.
"Right, left, whichever..."
Regardless, having company again was quite nice. He never really felt alone in a sprawling palace where there were rooms he had forgotten even existed. But in a house that just felt too small, too quiet, too constricting, being alone talking to himself was just driving him further and further up the wall.