"Getting cold, though," Cassian points out. "Oh, thanks." He snags the bag in one gloved hand, his rather somber face lighting like a boy's with a glimmer of laughter. "Yeah, I only brought my pockets. This is great, I appreciate it." (He does, too. Less messy and less bother about potential, if unlikely, contact poisons!)
Curiously, picking one up: "Is there a difference? Apart from the obvious."