"Oh- wow, thanks." He half-laughs, still amazed by the sheer novelty of waffles on one of the ships. "You have no idea how tempted I am, but I really shouldn't take food from your crew."

It feels like a silly little offering now, bringing baked goods when they already have a guy working a waffle iron. So he leaves the parcel in its bag as it is, leaning his elbows on the table. "I didn't know the Tourist had a cook now."