She sputtered a few more moments, her face so red it looked like her skin might peel off and then turned back to the table. "Idiot..." she growled in a low dismissive tone--which, in Lan Fan language, more or less meant 'apology accepted'.

She glanced back, seeing the motion of him handing her something and glanced from the pastry and up to him as he looked away. She rolled her eyes once and took the offering from him and taking a bite.