"A drug? That's positively nefarious. Why would anyone want to drug me? Nothing about this place makes the slightest sense. I'd demand to go home, except I don't know to whom to direct my complaints," he huffs.

A brow arches when he's poked. "Poking is rude. Cream puffs are--" he doesn't get any further than that. The girl comes out and clears her throat.

"They're frozen, but they're made fresh before that," she offers, clearly not caring either way.

He scoffs. "Then I shan't have them," and looking over at Jo-Nah, "nor should you. Having no cream puffs is better than having sub-par ones. I shall just have tea," he offers back to the girl. "Milk and sugar on the side, please."