He eyes the funnel cake suspiciously. Normally he's not about things that are super sugary, but maybe if he can't taste them right now, or ever again, then maybe that's okay. Maybe he'll come to find something to like about them.

But there's a problem with this one, whatever it is. He stares it down a second longer as if it has said something offensive, then meets her eyes with his. "Sort of looks like bread. Is that bread?"