The Master rolled his eyes, and pushed off the bed, heading for the kettle and tea. He contemplated it a moment before grabbing three tea bags of plain black tea, and a small cup, and leaving it to steep while he passed out.
When he woke up an hour later, he pulled the bags out of the barely lukewarm tea, and took a sip, nodding to himself before drinking it down. Glaring at the door a moment, he wandered back to the bed to sleep some more. If nothing else, the bed was comfortable. And he did need to sleep.