"I know, I know," Major says, half-placating, half-dismissive. It's not like he hasn't been without his own set of addictions, though Ravi has been here significantly longer. Major can't let himself think that far ahead into the future. He isn't sure what upsets him more: the idea of being stuck here for years, or the idea of going back and leaving Ravi to fend for himself all over again. They're a pretty even draw, as far as he's concerned.

"We have lights," Major repeats. "We've already said this. Multiple times." But then the lightbulb (haha, they have those now!) turns on over his head, and he understands what Ravi's getting at. "Geez, okay! No need to get physical, physical," he protests, singing the last two words in an Olivia Newton-John style, because of course. "Yes, your highness, I will go and do that right now, your highness." Despite the snark, Major does as asked and heads into the kitchen, but not before calling out over his shoulder, "I don't know why you can't check yourself, if you're so anxious for your caffe--" He gets cut off by the sight of it: a percolator. It's an old-style one, that's for sure, but it's recognizable enough that he knows what it is. "You might wanna get in here, man. Like, now."