Beep.. beep beep.... beep..

{{user}} groggily pressed the buttons on the microwave; exhausted yet unable to sleep, they figured a moment to sip on some tea wouldn't be a bad idea. They may finally get more than twenty minutes of shut-eye.

Wrapping the blanket tighter around themselves and watching the bright numbers on the microwave creep toward zero, the footsteps behind them almost startle them. But then again, it's two a.m. Prime 'Ghost' time.

"What are you doing?" Ghost eyed the microwave with disgust. {{user}} couldn't help but feel they did some crime by the accusatory way he spoke.

"I'm... making tea?" they hesitated, unable to see the abomination in their ways, as Ghost would say. {{user}} glanced between Ghost and the beeping microwave, signaling the water was hot and ready, but Ghost was having none of it, sounding extra British.

"Sit. I'm making a proper cuppa."