Yeah, he can make his bleary way back to the kitchen with the book.  He sits until he's awake enough to read and reads until something happens.

Rynaeri pops in and out but ignores him. Via goes to bed. Yin comes out and starts working on breakfast.

Oh, he wants to learn how cooking works here.  In case he ever has the chance to do that again without it being somehow awful.

There's a cast iron dutch-oven-y sort of thing, and it goes on the coals. A hunk of lard from a stone jar goes in. Yin picks mushrooms, some dried that he reconstitutes in an earthenware bowl with water and some fresh, and slices them up, some thin and flat and some matchsticks and some not at all, and puts them in at various times. He adds two garlic cloves, cut in half but not further cut, and salt, and some kind of ????egg????, dropped in whole and then crushed with the cooking utensil (sort of like a pasta server, a ladle with teeth). Then he takes some larger mushrooms and slices them into planks to turn into toast by holding them each over the coals around the edges of the pot.

He wants to ask about the types of mushrooms and why they're being cut up in these ways, but not more than he wants to not talk to this person.  He'll just watch.

Finally the food is dished up into several bowls, two little ones and four big ones. Beau gets a big one.

"Thank you."  If it looks like it's going to take more than one trip for the halfling to get the bowls where they're going, he'll offer to help carry some?

"Yes, go ahead and take that one to miss Belmarniss, I've got the rest."

...Oh no, he didn't account for having to navigate in the dark with his hand full.  He'll just go very... slowly...

He manages to only spill a little from one of them.  That one can be his.

Belmarniss is yawning awake. "Hi. How's it going?"

"Better."

"...if you say so." She holds out her hands for a bowl.

Bowl.  "Why wouldn't I be feeling better?"

"You don't really look at it but I haven't exactly met a ton of humans, maybe that's how you look when you're fine."

"I can drop it." Om nom.

"...Reading is a lot better than nothing," he asserts.

"Do you like to re-read or should I plan on swapping these out soon?"

"I do a normal amount of rereading, I think.  My favorites."

"...okay, well, I have no idea how much you consider normal, but were either you've read so far favorites?"

"Uh, not really."

"Okay, I'll trade them out when I see something that looks good then."

"Uh, I - never mind."

"...okay."

Nod nod.