[The second he sets down the cookie, Lup plucks up one for herself, this one a soft pastel yellow, before her sharp eyes are sliding his way, turning a very judgmental look at the man.]

Gods, you really were raised in the gutter, huh? It's a macaron, nerd. Super fancy, super delicious. It's kinda Taako's speciality. These ones are almost as good as his. But if that doesn't do it for you, look over here.

[Without giving Gren time to eat his cookie in peace, Lup grabs his elbow and drags him a few feet over, gesturing over towards a plate of beautiful eclairs, delicate pastry topped in chocolate, with just a hint of cream in the middle.] My fucking favorite. C'mon, there's gotta be something that looks good you here. We gotta get our snack on before we get drunk and fuck strangers up.