The terse tone had him stepping back, but then she sort of smiled at him and Adam took that as a good sign, ducking his head to see what she had. "What kind of muffins?" he asked. Muffins would be good too. Wren would probably be pleased with anything since underwear and a toothbrush had gone over so well, but Adam wanted to do right by him, make his life better one tiny thing at a time.