She doesn't have to see it. She can feel the smile in his voice even before she halfway registers the words. Never the less, her face is as red as the toppings she's using to decorate. "Wait, what?" she asks, mildly alarmed only half caught up with him.

Wait, this is Zaveid. She can toss it right back, right? "That talented, are you?" she asks, a lilt to her voice.

She looks over the cookies, having gathered up the extra, then steps back a little. "Another one would be handy, yeah."