"Tea will be fine, thank you, I am not hungry, only cold." Leonardo doesn't settle long in the chair, feeling as if it's best to get blood flowing to his limbs. He stays by the fire, yes, but peers as best as he can at the sketches he saw. "Where did you get such paper?" It is his first thought, of course, as it's something his own fingers have been itching for. He longs for a pencil or a brush, and for late hours at his workshop, but it is not wise, dwelling on the things that cannot change. Only look forward to that which can!

"I was considering making paper and parchment myself, it is a process but when you cannot find, make, that it's what I always say!" Leonardo never says it about things that were easy for him to find, no, but it stays true regardless of what he has to make.