Little Bear barked-- probably at the idea of oreos, not at not being placated. Teddy nodded, though, and began to say, "And I demand--" he paused. He had his mother. Technically, he couldn't ask for anything more. Maybe that was the alien's plan. Give him his mum, in an attempt to make him more cooperative. "-- that you have oreos!" he ended up finishing, unsure what else to say.
Teddy kept his wand out, but held it lowered. He glared warily at the pots and pans, wondering what they were made of. Space metal? Regular metal? Who knew.
Sighing, Teddy admitted, "I suppose it's possible that they might be nice aliens." Unlikely, but all evidence was pointing in that direction. No monsters in the cabinets, instead there were biscuits and things for preparing food. He was beginning to doubt that bad aliens would give them those things, even tricky ones.