[The catlike quirk to his grin is entirely unmasked. Of course she likes it. She's closer to human than she thinks, putting on all that fuss and muss for nothing.]

Human food is what? Unexpectedly delicious? [He hums, pairing his next slice with a cracker.] You shouldn't knock it until you try it, who knows what kind of delights you might miss out on.

And it isn't made from laundry, by the way. I was pulling your leg.