Being told that, Ky'd probably find it comedic. To think that all his efforts were ever in vain, that no matter what he did, few would see past his age, would see past a mask constructed so carefully as to have forgotten what laid beneath it. He'd taken pains to hide his age so that he could be better received on the battlefield, because it was important to him that he would be. He couldn't lead with people doubting him at every turn, and he'd been sure that it had worked. And now? Now he'd come to be so at ease with who he'd been, defined by duty and responsibility, that it was all second-nature. It was nature, period. To have that stripped away from him would render him as he was before he joined the Order, lost and very much alone with little more than too-loud and too-vivid emotions to point him in any direction.

Was it really a surprise that Ky'd make some sort of deal out of being fed by someone he was (unfortunately) sure wanted little to nothing to do with him? And, well, it was really more of a sarcastic line of thought that happened to amuse him terribly than it was a particularly big deal. Amusement that Sol'd opt for that as his method of keeping Ky out of his hair (whether or not it made sense given location was really beside the point).

Sol could easily fix location and avoid any further questions, but there were other things that could interrupt those efforts as well. Like an unfortunately placed fork and subsequent series of movements that meant for one of Ky's earlier thoughts to be given better form than he'd really intended, considering that he'd just completely accidentally launched a bit of something right at Sol's face as he rose from his seat.