Murmur's not really sure what that accomplished, other than an acknowledgement that the nightmare sucked. Which was true. Ugh, he'd really like to not fall out of time again like that thanks. He's not really one to judge on the quality of nutrition, it's not like he normally eats. Just subsists on tea.

"..." There's a moment where Murmur considers being irate, but this strikes him as Mammon's way of asking. Which, given it's unlikely he's going to be able to demand a please out of him, he'll just assume one is implied instead. "Sure. Sweetened or unsweetened, do you have a preference?" At least he went and scavenged up some real sugar on their last stop.