[It's a good enough answer for Ardyn, and so he stands up from his chair, straightening to his full height.]

I was planning on camomile anyway. Honestly, if I was going to serve horny goat tea, you think I'd give it to you?

[It's Ardyn's turn to nearly roll his eyes, but he somehow manages to avoid doing so. Instead, he follows his brother into the living room (keeping an eye on him, so that he doesn't topple over), then gestures to the couch.]

Lie down. [Then, responding to the bit about memories:] They're more than just... dreams, Fynn. I'm guessing you haven't had the pleasure of experiencing one yet.