Sunshine watches him pace around the room as if it's a cage, and she starts to feel just a little bit sorry for him. He must be new.

"Well, yeah, they're not fun," Sunshine agrees, finally noticing the teapot and thinking: yes. Skeg the whole 'no eating and drinking in dreams' rule, she is going to pour herself some tea. "But they don't seem to cause any lasting damage in my experience." She glances over at Rupert (gods, is that seriously his name? It's so tweedy. What if she can't say it with a straight face?) while she pours herself a cup. "Did you just come through the Rift recently?"