[Rin is flipping through a small ornate box of tea bags, ostensibly looking for one to brew but not... really paying attention. A big, strange-looking bug with bright colors and a glowing head regards him from a lantern set on the table]

Hmm. Do you think if I drink a bunch of Early Grey or black tea or something, it'll wake me up? Or maybe if I drink some chamomile and fall asleep in the dream, I'll wake up in real life?

[the bug offers a helpful squeak]

.... I guess I can't speak bug even in my dreams.