"Be back in a few," Malcolm said, taking the dirty dishes and rising from the floor. He headed out into the main part of the farmhouse and futzed around, trying to find the perfect book. When he returned, he stuck his foot in the flap.
"You still there? Brought you this and a book." Then he bent down and shoved a piping hot mug of tea through to Will. It had two sugars and milk, because he'd had to guess how Will liked it. "Made it white with two sugars. Sorry if that isn't how you like it."