The ruined tea towel was given an affectionately exasperated sort of look, but he didn't say anything about it. Just reached for the coffee pot when a cup's worth trickled in and poured Jack a cuppa. Of course, he had to shove the pot back into the coffee machine for another cup's worth to collect.
"You weren't kidding about missing the whole underground thing. I don't think we can quite manage sewer chic, but I'm sure we can make it comfortable. Maybe find some beat up chairs or a sofa to tuck into a corner to complete the hub feel. Tile the walls." It'd be bloody cold if they tiled all the walls, but maybe one of them? "Show me? Maybe I could give you a hand?"