The Balladeer nods, taking Greta at her word regardless of how confident she actually is. It isn't as though he knows anything about how children work. Then again, he doesn't look as though he's in the mood to too carefully question anything at the moment; he leans against the counter as Greta brews the tea, and drops his head back against the cabinets with a faint sigh.

"Not today. Weather's not great." In truth, the weather is cloudy but pretty much fine. He doubts it'll really rain, and normally he'd probably be out there anyway. That's what the tunnels are for, right?

It's a weak lie to begin with, but honesty compels him to add, "I've been feeling a little run down anyway."