[ It's been an adjustment to make for a lot, which is the only reason he mentioned it. Aymeric himself isn't used to his height being so deviant from the norm; in fact, he wasn't even that tall for an Elezen. Average, maybe. Haurchefant had stood a good few ilms taller than the Lord Commander.

The likeness of the man that is Aymeric's daemon doesn't have quite as much a presence. He has already taken to exploring the labratory though. The wind-up walks across a counter on tiny, tinny feet and pokes things with his sword cautiously. Something tips over, clattering to the floor and his shield comes up pre-emptively before he's peering over it to see what he'd accidentally knocked off. ]

No apologies necessary, [ is all Aymeric says about the tea situation. ]

Earl Grey is a fine choice by me. It might be asking too much, however- You wouldn't happen to have any birch syrup to go with it?