Vegas wasn't going to make a fuss about the tea. He was tired and despite all the sleep he was getting, very little of it was restful. He couldn't move around much in his sleep without hurting something. But the pains were less sharp than they had been even two weeks ago. For that he was thankful.

He took the tea and made a face at it. He wasn't much of a tea drinker, but at least Wen Qing warned them it would be bitter. "Hey, Pete? Can you do me a favor?"