Sunny Starscout:
I know the feeling, but try to relax. Is there anything I can do?
Sunny’s Co-activist:
You want me to fetch one of the Butler’s tea-maid machines?
Butler (sick): YES, PLEASE! I am DYING to have a sip of some hot relaxing tea! While you’re at it, fetch some thyme-lemon mix from the general store for me, would you?