He chuckled a little, rich as the dark coffee he'd consumed that morning. A preference for the stuff now was more his thing, as opposed to tea, and he supposed he had Stanley to thank for that. But the puzzlement in Sabrina's tone was noted and picked up on - he didn't need magic to be able to read people, especially the few around here he felt he'd grown particularly close to.
"I'm no longer cursed," Killian offered, walking further into the heart of the kitchen. "Back to my normal pirate Captain self, without the magic. Hopefully both you and Salem still like me," he winked. A bit of a charming showboat as always - but it was nice to be back to that, and not be saddled with the inevitable tick-tock of the internal doomsday clock, losing his soul and blackening his heart more and more.
He didn't claim to be perfect, and he still had a lot of selfish decisions to make up for - but he had a better shot now, without the angry whispers dragging him down.
And he wasn't certain what cookie ice cream sammiches were all about, but he'd give it a go. "Just put me to work - need the cookies baked? I know how to do that, at least."