It's blander than water, somehow, but she didn't think he'd mind it. He's not the miserable sack of sad he was when he walked in the door but Jess can't confidently claim to prefer this attitude, after the turns the night has taken.

"Oh, I'm gonna drink it all." Gripping the cup by the rim, she gives the contents a swirl and brings it to her mouth. She has a healthy swallow, then another and another. She hangs her head to rub at her eyes, cringing softly at the prospect of more waiting. She picks something to try and recollect: Where the power vending machine is. Her mental impression of it absorbs into a reemerging memory from walking past it night after night.

Jess straightens and starts to gulp down tea until the cup is drained and soggy petals hit her lips.