"Herbal tea and some company will be fine." Strange levitated the cup and sipped the tea again. He felt a little better. It smelled nice and warmed him where he'd felt very cold. "As long as you aren't offended if I retire to bed afterward similar to an invalid. Can stay if you want, though - I won't disdain the company." He might need actual physical help getting up if he laid down. It was annoying, and he hated it. Mostly he hated the fact that even though he hadn't been destroyed - a true risk this time - he still didn't like the cost of winning. He saw Loki wince, at his hands' appearance, but decided not to comment on it. He took a bite of the cardamom bun. "Might want to put one or two aside for Wong, he's always hungry." He continued sipping the tea and taking small bites. He felt a little better, but he would still definitely need some rest before the magic replenished itself.