Paul would be happy with someplace familiar, but he didn't think he'd get that until this place let him go home. And he certainly didn't like the idea that he was trapped, but there wasn't anything he could do about that, so he mostly ignored it.
"Tea sounds like a good idea." It wasn't the beverage he would have drunk at home, that he was certain of, but he didn't actually remember what coffee tasted like, and he knew the tea that his adopted home had was good.