[Curling into a smaller version of himself, Rumlow stares at Jefferson while he weighs the consequences of the two. Ginger's supposed to make your guts feel better, so he might as well try it. If he can't, then he guesses Jefferson can drink it. He needs more fluids anyway, and what's tea but leaf water?
He nods and reaches for a blanket to pull over himself. It doesn't really work because he's on top of them.]
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He nods and reaches for a blanket to pull over himself. It doesn't really work because he's on top of them.]
Tea.