[ Someone with lesser powers of perception might have missed it, but he's spent as much time observing those around him as he's sure that she has. So when he sees it, it has the corners of his lips twitching slightly in amusement too. And while he's certain that she doesn't mean to try and make light of the word 'shit', how it rolls inelegantly off her tongue has his lips twitching up that much further. ]

You can tell that they gave a shit. I feel bad eating it after all the hard work they put in.

[ Not bad enough apparently. A beat later he bites into it with reckless abandon, savoring the taste of sweetness of vanilla and strawberry coating his tongue. When he's swallowed he gives her a nod. ]

Thank you. I'll return the favour the next baking tournament. [ There's a pause before he decides to address the bantha in the room. ] How are you doing?