[There was silence for a while, other than Kazuma's breathing which calms down after a bit. The voices became softer, but still mumbling somewhere in the back of his head. A minute later, there was a thud as Kazuma sits himself down at the table again, a pause]
....We don't have chamomile. [All he could say right now really.]
[voice]
....We don't have chamomile. [All he could say right now really.]