On the whole, Max found the sitting room rather depressing. It didn’t look like it hadn’t been used for a while either.

Moira returned a few minutes later bearing a tray laden with a steaming teapot and a pair of tea cups. She unloaded the tray onto the table. Max was delighted to see a handful of biscuits accompanied the tea in a small basket.

“The Doctor likes his tea with a bit of lemon. " Moria explained, as she quickly turned a lemon into slender wedges. She wrinkled her nose and went on. “Do ye have need of anything else?”

His stomach growled, reminding Max that he had skipped dinner again. “No, thank you.”

Max waited for Moira to leave again before pouring himself a half a cup of tea and adding a generous splash of whisky from his flask. Surely a splash wasn’t too excessive- he was cutting it with tea afterall.

He savored the first gulp of tea, letting the two different kinds of heat warm him from the inside. Then he wolfed down a pair of biscuits and had to stop himself from devouring another.