He looks up from the pot he currently was tossing chopped, perfect vegetables in. He smiles at the person. His glasses catching a glint of sun from the window in front of him. “We’ll look at who it is..where’ve you been all evening? My favorite caretaker’s back from their little adventures, eh?” His brows lift in amusement, yet joking as ever. No harm nor misdeed mentioned in his words. Owen returns back to his chopping before sliding all the colors of chopped vegetables into a steel pot.