Kalim takes the mug and shoots Jamil a grateful smile. Then he dumps half the contents of the sugar bowl into it.

"Ah...it's okay!" Even Kalim has the decency to be a little embarrassed about how much of that might have been overheard. "I think we figured it out...kind of."

He also can't quite muster up his usual smile kilowattage about it, but he does make a valiant effort.