Although he's been spending quite a lot of time in the new city as well as the tea shop, Levi's elected to stay home for once and give their cottage a thorough refresh. It's still cold as fuck outside, but he's put on an extra layer and cracked a couple windows anyway, to tempt in some fresh air.

He holds the device to his ear with his shoulder, so he can continue drying recently scrubbed mugs that hadn't been used for a while.

Erwin certainly sounds strange, and the unprompted question makes his eyes narrow.

"Fine," he answers, clearly already suspicious. "What's wrong? Constipated again?"