[He graces him with a faint smile, his version of an unspoken, You're welcome.]

I suppose. I've just always associated baked goods with happiness.

[Because he eats them and doesn't make them.]

I'm starting to remember why I didn't get too close to them on Earth. I don't have that luxury here. I'm not sure what I intend to do about it yet. I could always mend a broken bone or a split...what-have-you. One squishy bit inside is much like another squishy bit.

Hearts are trickier.