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Eventually, Tony found his way into the kitchen. His shuffling had subsided as the injection began to truly take its course. He stepped into the space just as the Galactic Committee’s tune played over the intercom, catching his morning greeting in his throat.

[color=ff7733]”Damn it,”[/color] he grumbled, making his way towards the steeping mug of tea Rae had left for him. He pointed at it for a moment, mouthing “mine?”, before beginning to add his personal choice of ingredients to it: a splash of milk and some honey. He gathered the mug in his hands and chose a spot to lean against the counter near Ray and Rae as the transmission played out between the captain and the admiral.

[color=ff7733]”Code Velvet, eh?”[/color] he remarked before his first sip. He gave a soft chuckle. [color=ff7733]”What a lovely message. A very thoughtful wake-up call.”[/color] Another, longer sip as he listened to Ray and nodded in acknowledgement. [color=ff7733]”Any thoughts as to what it might be, Raymond?”[/color]

Movement caught his eye as Rendyl entered the space, and he waved with a slight wiggle of his fingers with the mug to his lips again. [color=ff7733]”Good morning to you - sleep well?”[/color] He itched to sign with his free hand, having already conditioned himself to speak to Rendyl with sign, but as he remembered the events of last night again, he realized it was quite unnecessary now.

Tony’s attention was stolen as Josk entered the room. He tensed for a moment, recalling their own tense exchange from the game the night before. Still, there was no point in beating a dead horse - especially not right before a Code Velvet. [color=ff7733]”Good morning.”[/color] Tony paused. Maybe just a slight kick to the dead horse. It couldn’t hurt. [color=ff7733]”I imagine we would all appreciate a more thorough briefing before we begin kicking, no?’[/color]