Mikuniguro knows what's good for him, so he's patiently standing there. (He does eye her a little wistfully though- have any food that's not ash?)

Tonbokiri relaxes, although his mental image of what might happen here is still a bit hard to shake off.

"As you say, then. I wish that I could offer you even the barest hospitality, but even if I did manage to infuse tea into this strange water, it would probably taste like ash anyway..."

Now that he knows what food tastes like, this last week and a bit has been... not fun.