[While Aymeric is on his usual porch watch, the Exarch has been straightening things up inside and doing some sweeping. When he's finished beating the rugs out back he decides to take a break. It only takes a few minutes to get the water going.]

Greetings, Ser Aymeric.

[Still so painfully formal at times... but he's on the stoop now, and with two mugs of warm black tea. He holds one out for his housemate, and then takes a seat in the chair beside him.]

Pray forgive me for imposing. While I doubt this place has anything on an Ishgardian winter, I hope warm tea and company would chase the chill regardless.