She snorts a laugh, "Yeah, real appropriately. Obviously it's about the cookie, you managed to grab the fuckin' lesbian flag and in my professional opinion, I'm pretty sure you don't qualify unless I've really missed something."

She's clearly still being a shit, it's not like she actually cares he's eating the "wrong" cookie, it's literally just a cookie, but she'll take her amusement where she can get it these days. She takes a bite of her own, a swig of her drink, and leans against the wall a little ways to the side of him.