He greets Nell with a smile, and it brightens at her words. "Wow, that was fast. Thank you! What kind of muffin do you want?" He hasn't had a chance to step away to a shop terminal yet, given that he'd said he'd stay in the kitchen for muffin distribution, so quick success is welcome news.

"I think they'd appreciate the cookies, but it'd be nice for them to get something that isn't attached to votes." His smile turns a little sheepish. "That's what the muffins were going to be for, but...well, we've needed more space in the greenhouse for a while, and I couldn't resist the opportunity."