Lucius pouts and rolls his eyes but slogs his way over to the hot water machine and the box of tea. He makes the tea idly and stays half turned, listening to Izzy as he elaborates. He caught the time and he hates everything about that, but there's nothing for it.

"Stede Bonnet is not going to execute you. It'd be lucky to end up a slight maiming," Lucius drawls, missing the point by a mile. He's still very tired and woke up two minutes ago, don't expect much out of him right away. "How come he sends you mail?"