I boiled the kettle and poured the boiling water into a mug, dumped a teabag in and stirred.
"Milk? Sugar?" I said over my shoulder at Jake.
"What do you have in your tea?"
"Oh. Milk, please."
I poured the milk into the clear dark brown liquid, turning it a a cloudy light brown.
"Here," I said, handing it to him.
"So, are you going to relapse or do I need to burn your books?"
His face went white with horror. I laughed.
"Only joking!" I said. He started laughing too, so hard that tea ended up coming out of his nose.
Of course, that just made me laugh even more.