"Yeah, yeah." Martin has a little woodburning stove in his room, used to keep it heated and make warm water for his washbasin. There's a kettle on it, already with some water inside leftover from his own morning cup of tea. Martin keeps a few teacups in his room for convenience, a strange habit gained from living in a tavern room, and is able to put together a cup of tea right there. "Here we are."

Martin's prepared a rich black tea with just a bit of sugar. There are also dried strawberry pieces floating in the cup, slowly rehydrating due to the tea.