[It takes Rhys a little while to decide to approach Alfie, once he actually recognizes him. They haven't met before, and the older man is a bit more guarded than Rhys is.

Rhys is easy to recognize. So he feels fairly confident when he approaches Alfie, a crooked and tired smile on his face and his black smiley-face hat pulled down over his scarred scalp.]

Hey. This is the absolutely shittiest place to do it, but as long as I have actually caught up with you. Do you still want your tea?

[Rhys blinks, and frowns slightly.]

Worth a try, at least? This is the first time I've ever done this where I got to keep my stuff.

[Last time he was naked in a hospital gown. This is an improvement.

But he offers a packet to Alfie, a carefully wrapped bundle of candy wrappers held together with a small tab of duct tape.]

It's not a lot, two bags of chamomile and two bags of black, but if I get to the grocery store, I'll have more. This is at least a treat for the two of you.

I've been cold-brewing it in bottles, since hot water is hard to come by. Just put the bag in the bottle with water and leave it for a day or two, and you'll get...well, cold tea, but drinkable.

The used bags are good for skin rashes, too. Windburn or heat rash.

[He's kind of nerved up, and rambling a little. But it's useful information, at least.]