*stalks past the doorway of the sitting room on his way out of the kitchen, where he's been arguing with his chef about the absurdity of catering to Aredhel's cravings when she can get far more nutritional value out of the vastly superior dishes he (and she, normally) prefers* *would just fire Wolfgang, but he actually likes him can't predict his cousin's hormonal episodes and doesn't particularly care to trigger one now*
*stops walking* *backs up and looks into the room* Aunt Anairë? *wryly* Is there something I can help you with?
*sort of assumes you're waiting for him to leave so you and Aredhel (wherever she is) can make a mad dash for the "nursery"*