He watches her size up the pastries and eventually bite into one with vague amusement, and decides to follow her example. The burst of buttery sweetness over his tongue is definitely comforting and by the time he's taken a few bites he's actually starting to feel a little better.
Or perhaps it's just that the wasp venom is starting to wear off at last. Who knows?
"Good to meet you, Jezebel," he nods, and even manages a tiny smile. He leans a hip against the shelves, too wired still to actually sit down but starting to relax, just a little. "Don't worry about it. Manners can get a little lost in the heat of things. So where are you from, Jezebel?"