This is a ridiculous game of keep away, and Sora knows it, but he can't help but 100% try and get that darn thing back before settling down with a grumpy huff... and then taking the muffin back sheepishly when proffered. It's food. Sora is not going to turn down food.

He almost goes to jam the whole damn thing in his mouth before thinking better of it. More mouthspace means more complain-space. "I'm so on my toes I feel like a ballerina," he grumbles, turning the muffin around in his hands instead. "That'll burn off anything, salty or no. Anyway, you're good at baking, I bet it won't be bad."