"What is that?" Ghost asks as you take your mug of now steaming water from the microwave.

"Tea," you reply, plopping in a tea bag and stirring it about. "In the fuckin' microwave?" Derision drips from his tone.

Even behind his mask, you can see the disgust on Ghost's face. Somehow, the hot water doesn't spill when he snatches your mug from you and dumps it down the sink. "I'm going to make a proper fucking cup of tea for you, sweetheart."