No, no need. I've plenty of reading and writing material to hand, at least by Riftwatch's definition of "plenty."

[Whenever she makes her way up, his door is open. Inside, he's seated at one of two desks; his is neat, but not obsessively so, clearly a place he actually does work from an odd ink smudge and the stacks of reports he's tidied off to one side. He's also got some hot water with honey, in lieu of tea; not the best substitute, but at least it's warm on a cold day.]