'You just woke me up by landing, on me. I am not grumpy. OR ditzy, I'm just not awake..' Of course, by responding like that, it pretty much assured that he was at least a little grumpy. Or still asleep. Usually her many, many nicknames were just sort of tolerated or ignored entirely.
'I think you're silly. It's a storeroom. The cool stuff is in the library and quarters in the upper levels. They wouldn't leave anything interesting in the storeroom..' Of course, he was mildly curious himself though. Why did they guard it so much? Were they just paranoid? Okay, poor phrasing. Were they just being particularly paranoid? His stomach growled. 'I'll be happy if there's some food though..' he continued, glancing down at it like that would change anything at all.
She almost gleefully rejected not only his rules, but apparently all rules ever, and he felt his heart suddenly develop a minor palpatation disorder. 'Are you crazy? You're a mage!' She really needed to at least pay attention to some of them. It could be dangerous if she didn't, and he didn't want her to get hurt. Or, you know, hurt anyone else. 'I think they make them with the express idea that you don't do that, actually..'