[WV leaves PM to her window-opening, throwing on his hooded tunic before heading to the kitchen (although not without pausing a little before donning it, as though it takes him a moment to decide whether he needs to put it on at all)]
[he strides into the kitchen, regarding AR confidently despite the scent of bacon thick in the air]
AR, I am here to take on part of this task.
[he fills the kettle with water and sets it on the stovetop to boil, retrieving three cups from a cabinet and setting them on he counter. As he scrounges in another cabinet for a box of tea, he asks:]