Usual disclaimer applies
Jane sinks into the couch in Lisbon's office, weariness showing in the rigidity of his neck and back. Another Red John murder and another three days straight without sleep.
"Here you are."
Lisbon arrives, setting one cup on her desk and offering him the other. He wraps both hands around it and lifts it, inhaling the steam with its warmth and the fragrant aroma of bergamot. Earl Grey. His spirits lift in anticipation of the first sip.
"Tea, best cure-all known to man. "
"You may mock, Lisbon, but actually it is. Reviving. Restorative. And delicious as well."