"I'll join you in a moment, then," Anthony said, standing up and stretching, trying to subtly figure out where he should go to wash up, "and tea works just fine." He didn't even like tea but, whatever, he'll bear this pain if so needed. After a few moments of inconspicuously trying to figure out where the fuck he should go and what the fuck he should do, he figured it out and managed to wash up and make his way back, all in one piece. Another victory for Anthony.