Given the additional mog-help that the Observatory is receiving it probably doesn't take much to excuse the fact that things may be stored above head-height. Moogles didn't have to worry about things falling on their head when they could just hover up to a higher shelf.

He looked to the hourglass she picked when the tea was set to steep, noting as well the other two that were on the side. It was mundane, indeed, but seemed a handy set to have; after all different teas did need different brew times. Sephiroth blew some air out of his nose at that thought, in something of a chuckle, only recently had he even come to appreciate tea at all. Like a lot of things in life that he'd never had the time for, before.

Catching Zelda's eye contact a moment later just as she asked her question, Sephiroth leaned back against the opposite side of the small pantry and took the opportunity for a longer look over Zelda. He couldn't well lie to her, after all, honesty was one of his defining qualities. Best to get it over with, right?

"Actually, I would ask you exactly the same question. If it wouldn't seem too friendly for me to ask how you're doing?"