Mirroring the smile, Benedict goes to plunk onto his cot. The other one is open and untouched, leaving plenty of decorating space for Caius, should he want it.

"I know where to find it," he says cryptically, "it's nothing like you'll get up north, but still packs a punch when it needs to."
He gestures to the pipe, "just say the word when you're in the mood, I'll show you."