[ He's not exactly sure what he'd expected Gray to come scurrying out of the house with, but 'an adorably cliche basket of pies' sure wasn't on the shortlist of candidates. What is she, little red riding hood.

He can't help raising an eyebrow at her explanation, exhaling a long streamer of smoke through his nose before drawling, ] So you just wanted to dump your leftovers on me, huh?

[ Of course he knows that's not the case; he just can't resist the chance to prod at her a little more. Gen reaches forward even as he makes that shitty quip -- not to take the basket, but to flip off the covering and pick up one of the little hand pies. A quick sniff confirms that it smells good, and Gen manages to eat about half the pie in one large bite. ]

... pretty good.

[ Said with his mouth still mostly full. ]

S'this what you've been spendin' most of your time on lately?