Fancy cream. [ She hums softly, quite impressed with... whatever fancy cream could be. It does sound quite nice, really. So she needs no more convincing before she takes a bite and then promptly zones out for a good ten seconds. Oh, she likes this very much. ]

This is wonderful—! [ She's honestly delighted! ]

Well. I suppose they're not mind-readers, perhaps they didn't know we wanted biscuits. And I mean, Pthumerians aren't very good at understanding Humans, sometimes.