He can't help noting Professor Mestre overlooked his second question. Interesting, but he won't pursue it. Who or whatever the other is, he's playing the roguish himbo around him.

"Glad to share: I'd hate to eat some in front of you, since they look like they came out scrumptious." He'll hold out one s'more to the interloper, waiting till he accepts it before biting into his own.