[Ianthe looks at this tiny creature. It's brown and baked and iced with sprinkles and...

She laughs.]

Are you - Sorry, you're a talking cookie? [This is the funniest thing she's ever seen in her life.]

Are you edible? Of course you are, everything is. [She shakes her head in utter disbelief as well as an attempt to stop the laughter. She has an answer of course, she even sort of wants to answer because from a third perspective, well...

But no. Talking cookie.]

God. Normally when my food starts talking they're a lot taller than you. [Most deranged way to put that, thanks Ianthe.]

The answer is yes, by the way.