Well, what was the point of having perfect, beautiful, unruly curls if other people didn't run their hands through it? He'd definitely never bitten anyone. For that at least.
Sid laughed. "Oh, yes, I'll take a danish too. Whatever you want to make, I'll eat it." And wasn't that the truth? He was, after all, part goat. Glass refilled, and now with the understanding of how quickly she was planning on downing her liquor, he took a big gulp before nodding to her question.
She seemed... Confused? Perhaps a little offended? Which had him blinking back, because if you asked him, marijuana was the closest thing humans had to magic. And this stuff possibly was magic considering its source--the diner Witch. "Pastries," he clarified. "I think you're perfectly lovely just the way you are." Though who didn't benefit from a little mind bend now and again? "Not that your delectable baked goods need any help, mind you, nor does her particular brand of herb, but the two together would be..." He kissed the tips of his fingers before flicking them out--the classic "chef kiss"--"...as the Greeks say, megaloprepís." Or, in English, magnificent. "It's an untapped market. Magical bakery items that also help you chill out."