He's willing to do it on a book or something laid across his lap - but he isn't going to turn down the chance to get out of the cot, even if it's not that far, and it's only a matter of seconds after she's done speaking before he throws back the covers and pushes himself up off of the cot.

There's a protesting twinge from his mid-section as he does so, but it's mild, and he's able to ignore it as he crosses the few steps to the other open chair at the table and sits down. As he pulls some things to write with over towards him, he looks over at her with a faintly quizzical expression.

"So, I'd not gotten the chance to ask. Did you ever figure out what you wanted to do with your wee dilemma?"