Oh...Th-that's right, they return home without warning...But Young Master, what sort of days do you mean?

[Gremio likes it sweet, but not as much as Tyr! The question makes him wonder for a second...He remembers drinking tea, but certainly not what to add to it.] N-no, I'm afraid I didn't. [Now he's starting to realize just how strange it is, how he seems to have forgotten so much.]