[Adrien doesn't know what to make of the sudden warmth. Didn't ghost cause cold spots? Or was that something else? What even made him think that?]

Look, little tea ghost, I can't say I blame you but today isn't that day, alright? I might not like her attitude but I'm not going to let you just go around causing trouble.

[He's making his way to the bin. When he speaks again his voice is solemn.]

Rest in peace, Monsieur Teacup.

[Then he's discarding the shattered remains into it.]

Huh... Or should it have been pieces? [He muses to himself before shrugging his shoulders.]