The distinction he made between strawberries and strawberry flavor seemed to befuddle her, briefly. Of course, Margaery didn't let the confusion settle too long in her eyes- only long enough for her to process a response, delivered with a small sort of chuckle.
"We certainly have strawberries, but ...actually, very little of everything else you just said makes much sense to me." Her tone was jovial, but also matter of fact. Almost delicate self-depreciation, but she wasn't fishing for a response. Eliot had been the first to contact her here, who had explained things as sucsinctly as possible. He understood well enough what she meant.
As for the offer, however...
"Perhaps brave, but not too much so-" she smirked right back at him, then sent a pointed look at the spoon- one that raised an eyebrow. "After you?"