He turns his gaze on the girl, eyes narrowed. She's definitely making fun of him. There's no way that sparkle in her eyes is benign. Still, he doesn't want to start his term with an argument so he takes a deep breath and doesn’t say that sweets are nutrionally poor and detrimental to a cadet's diet.

"I do appreciate your kindness, but it's merely a matter of taste. I didn't intend to appear sour."

If that's true, he should probably dispense with that perpetual scowl lurking under his thin veil of stoicism.