"Mm, thanks." He says, balancing the bags over his shoulder as he takes the donut from her, hot and shining with oil. He grins with obvious, almost boyish pleasure before he snaps down the donut with his usual ravenous efficiency. He studies her haul. "Took yourself on a nice little tour, eh?" He teases, though he's glad she's enjoying herself. He tries not to think about how charmed he is by how polite she is in her crisp but easy way, how quickly she looks less and less out of place in his world.