Essentially. There's a little quiet between them at that before she speaks up again. A what? His brows furrow, as though he's trying to imagine it. It seems like an incredibly drastic thing to do to a turkey and also a waste of oil.

"Uh." Somehow the question catches him off guard. He wasn't expecting to be offered anything. He considers it, not because he's got a particular sweet tooth but because he's not really about to turn down the gesture in another's home. Which, this sort of is. Her home, that is. "Surprise me."

He's certain whatever she gives him, he'll have no idea what's even in it. Which for him continues to be a strange sensation. It's not often he can smell something and not recognize what it is.

"Depends on what you can afford," he says. There's some. Not near as plentiful as what's in this place, but it isn't nonexistent. "I spend most of my days living out of the woods and merchants aren't fond of us. Little room to acquire sweets."