Open Field

Normally, Sir Hex would abandon his lunch and scramble for cover at the sight of someone aiming heavy artillery at him, much like anyone with a scrap of common sense. However, he's still not convinced in the slightest that he isn't imaging this whole thing, so instead he just stays where he is, munching a cucumber sandwich and waiting to see what happens next.

Needless to say, he's very surprised when what happens next is getting barraged by boiling tea.

"Yeearghle!" Screaming in a most undignified manner, Sir Hex clutches at his precious, precious, oh so vulnerable eyes, rolling around on the ground in pain. He does at least retain enough presence of mind to try and roll out of the way of the teaspout though, not wanting to suffer another blast of scalding water.