"It somewhat defeats the purpose of having a warm drink, though. Which I imagine is why Dagna made them in the first place."

He's just now starting to get feeling back in the tip of his nose. Maybe he ought to pick a better hiding place next time. Like one that isn't set right on the edge of a sharp, drafty precipice.

"...Anyway." The lopsided quirk to his smile deepens, as he looks down at his food. "I...mostly came up here to apologize, for -- interrupting the game earlier. But you're probably going to insist I don't need to, aren't you."