[Yenh crosses her arms and tilts her head as she searches her memory.]

I may have bartered it away. [At least he offered her a perfectly serviceable solution. Trying to seem like less of a terrible disaster of a person, she finds a tin cup and kneels down to light the stove.] As for the syrup, I do! I add it to my morning porridge.

[Yenh bites her lip as she finishes stoking the flames. It's a little embarrassing to admit, so she figures out how to cushion it.]

I don't drink much tea at all. But I remembered that you do, and so keeping a supply seemed like a proper gesture of friendship. [No, that's still just embarrassing and weird to say.]