Wells had some
discussion yesterday that led to some thinking today, but there is really only so long a man can go about doing that before his skin starts to itch. Now he's got dinner- rice, lentils, onions, the smell of cumin- and a pint; why mess with a winning formula?
He's also got a small sketchpad and a set of coloured pencils. Most of them are in the green/grey/brown/black family. They might almost match the mottling on his uniform. But they're going to have to wait until he's finished eating.