Just because you can't feel it doesn't mean the rest of us don't. [ Lambert sniffs haughtily, heading over to the small kitchenette the cabin is equipped with. A bit of rummaging produces ... well, there isn't much it's stocked with but tea and hot cocoa, so he'll put the kettle on the stove and get the water going. ]

Take your pick from ... [ He sniffs. ] Chamomile, peppermint, or cardamom. If you wanted something with booze, you should have brought your own.

[ He leans his hip against the counter, stifling a yawn. It was easier to ignore when he was sitting down, but after working all day, he's exhausted. ]