"Said you had a bad day." A faint shrug as she adjusted her bags, a bit of red appearing on her cheeks. She didn't talk much, that was right, and she really had spoken more to him than to anyone outside her twin this whole summer. She shrugged one shoulder a tiny bit and half-smiled. "Might help." Because chocolate tended to provide a bit of energy and happiness and logically if one had a bad day it was needed.