That was...not the reaction she expected to glean, at all.
Her nose wrinkled as she tried to make sense of his dialect. It sounded familiar; like the faerie on the network who had the odd, human-like mannerism of communication. And the enthusiasm certainly matched.
Was this him?
Sheikah's been around her share of diversity amongst her kind. His energy brought familiarity, but she almost second guessed her gut feeling. She had an idea of what he was, but his height made her re-think it.
"You were either dropped on your little baby fae head, or have the attention span off a squirrel," she said, quirking an eyebrow. She didn't know what a cookie cake. She knew what cookies were. She knew what cakes were. Combining the two was possible? It was certainly tempting. Eventually she released the grip on his hair. "A cookie cake sounds acceptable."
Really, how high was the risk of their exposure? If there's one thing about the human race she's learned is of their denial to anything fantastical. Her kind was nothing but a myth; something to write children's books about or to make motion pictures out of. Still, he shouldn't really be blatantly doing tricks of the sort, but hey, it wasn't her problem, now was it?
Besides, he seemed familiar enough with their customs that he was certainly talking like a human. And Sheikah, on the other hand, wasn't as familiar with the environment and its norms as she'd like to be.