They were always an interesting duo, Ariel was aware. With his own golden glow that clung to his skin, and Storm's cloudy aura that tagged along wherever he went, with pale hair and dark, they were a study in contrasts. It was really artistic, when one thought about it, and Ariel sometimes did, as he was a fan of aesthetics.
His eyes skittered from Storm's face, to his waving hand, to the cloud, as if he would get all the pieces of understanding he needed from those three things, and then would put them together. "You are here," he agreed, gaze lifting again, and that smile was there once more. "And I am glad for it."
The basket was noticed, and Ariel had an inkling as to what might be within. The thought was exciting, but he was polite and well mannered, and it wouldn't do to just make grabby hands right away, as if Storm himself wasn't important.
"I am very well, thank you," he replied. "I've been working on the most wonderful dress - one I think I'll have a hard time parting with," he admitted with an airy laugh. The red bird on the sill was eyeing Storm with an avian interest. "What brings you here today?"