[Oh, of course... Emet-Selch lets out a sigh, but cannot find it within himself to be surprised. After all, he's made little effort to be discreet about his recent temper, and Hythlodaeus surely would have heard - if not seen - the two of them having a conversation in their kitchen. He glances up, taking in the distinct...weariness upon Hythlodaeus's visage despite his usual agreeable delivery.]

I was beginning to wonder when you might make your appearance. Let me guess. He gave you an earful as well.

[He makes to rise, vacating his chair to prepare a third cup of coffee, and perhaps enough excess to refill the others, his gaze returning to Themis.]

And perhaps. Odd, but hardly cruel. He seemed quite intent on breaking bread with me at the festival. I can only assume this was before the...pond incident. Even went back to bring me a straw of his own volition.

[He says it all with a certain dismissiveness, but anyone who knows him well (as they both do) can no doubt parse that the fact Emet-Selch has made note of these things means that they left an impression upon him in the first place.]

[In the meantime, he will grant his friends their moment. No doubt they could both benefit from the warmth of a friendly embrace. And when they are finished, should Hythlodaeus choose to slide into the chair he only just vacated, he will find that it's still warm. Emet-Selch can always pull up another.]