[ The kettle gets clipped on top of the fire, and then it's a simple case of waiting for the water to boil. Meanwhile Benton has the decency to look apologetic, but since it's mixed with the tiniest hint of ever-ready knowingness, it comes off as arch nevertheless. ]

I realize it isn't takeout, Ray, however given the circumstances I'm not certain the Paper Dragon would deliver.

[ He sits opposite him. To be fair there isn't anywhere else to sit, everywhere in the tent would be opposite.

There's no getting around it, but he hopes if he holds his breath long enough Ray will nibble it. Maybe then he'll tell him what it is. ]