"Hmm." He pondered cookies being sneaky and before he could tell them they should mind his own business the scent of the spices drew him in and his stomach rumbled for a taste. "Sure it isn't magic?" He took it, eyeing it carefully even though he'd seen the other eat a bite off of one. "I don't have time for magic, I have to gather firewood for the castle." He explained, hoping there were no tricks.
"Ariel? I've heard of it. Has many meanings especially in the lore and mythos of the Oysters. Religions at times, Red haired crazy fish who use kitchen utensils for combs at others. Not that madness isn't alluring." He smiled and bit into the cookie. It was buttery and sweet and he enjoyed it.