[ Laurent unlinks his fingers again and swings his arms a little before nodding. ]

Suit yourself.

[ Then he gathers up his tea and walks from the kitchen, taking a sip as he makes his way back to his room to shower and get dressed for the day.

About half an hour later he's dressed in a pale blue button-down shirt, some dark jeans and a long coat to keep out the cold. He has his phone out, checking something, and a bag over one shoulder -- but as soon as Faolan appears he's ready to call a car and head down to reception to wait for their driver to pull up outside. ]

I should get you a thermos.

[ He muses idly, considering Faolan's slightly bewildered tired state in the morning. ]

So you can bring coffee with you everywhere.

[ He catches the glint of a car through the glass doors and begins to step forward and out to meet the driver. ]

Maybe we can look for one. One moment --

[ Then Laurent is stepping over to lean through the front passenger window -- showing something to the driver and asking if he can take them there before drawing away to get into the back. ]