"Yeah," Murphy drawls. "One for me and one for you? I have enough tea. Honey, too. Unless you want sugar. I got that." In another cabinet, he takes out a box of sugar and puts it next to the honey. "There --" He pauses. " -- Excuse me." Murphy looks and sounds dumbfounded.

He doesn't even know what to say and there's an awkward pause before Murphy remembers how to string words to make a complete thought. "You're not property."