I want tea. I was up at stupid o’clock this morning.
*glances at his own clock*
Hmmmm. . .
The lair is good. It’s a lovely flat, if a bit short on bookcases.
Use the bigger books to construct a book corral in which to keep the smaller books contained.
I, on the other hand, am ill, with phlegm and a sore throat and conjunctivitis.
You always were special that way. Soup will be ready in about fifteen minutes, if you want to come get some. It’s nice and nourishing and healing and, ummm, soupy.