"I always am. I cannot imagine why the mornings would be different from any other time."

He yawned and gave Artemis a look that was half annoyance and half tiredness, and started back for the kitchen. He gestured to the cabinets, and they opened, a mug and a tin of tea drifting down from them to rest on the counter in front of him. Hot water was conjured, and he rubbed his eyes.

"And what of you, do you plan on brooding all morning, or will you do something useful with yourself?"