call it earnest whimsy

Pulling things down, rummaging through some of the premade blends, sniffing as he went. The move hadn't been kind to any sort of organizational system down here, that's for sure. Maybe that would be a project he could rope that dog into helping him with, seemed like she was always trying to find a project. Scowling and scrounging, Wake is able to find some peppermint, a rather sad looking nub of ginger, and a basically empty honey jar. It's good enough for his cough, probably.

Not alone for long-- it's Siduri that joins him, as he's peeling ginger. A relieved smile crosses the boy's face, shoulder brushing against hers in return. "Likewise," he's not the only one whose a bit worse for wear. "Just took the worst fucken nap. Gonna make some tea 'n see if that helps. Want some?" He doesn't stop his preparation, muddling the mint leaves and now-peeled ginger inside the jar. It's a fine enough vessel, and they'll be able to get the most mileage out of the honey.

A few more things to the brew. Cannabis, for pain relief. Scowling and following his nose, Wake manages to strike the jackpot. A handful of mate leaves, tipped into the mixture. "What're your plans for the afternoon?"

WAKE UP