Yeah, they just get worse, I gotta say.

[He sighs. He can't deny that. This place just keeps getting worse. Not that he wants to be too negative.]

But hey, the oatmeal's not too bad. I mean, it's Here, I'll get some for you. Sit back, relax.

[He'd rather things be as easy and easygoing here as they can be for her. He wishes he could make them easy all the time. For whatever reason, there's always oatmeal ready for the new arrivals. He serves her with his usual quickness, presenting her bowl with a flourish and a bow.]

Your Majesty. [Of course, he's just joking around.]