Stacia bites back a gasp, briefly utterly distracted from her concerns about the key and where it came from. There's not a lot that could do that, but chocolate from the Easter Bunny definitely rates. She accepts it with what she hopes is an appropriate amount of respect considering that it's also contraband. She'd normally glance around first to make sure they're not being watched, but frankly she trusts Bunny's instincts on that matter over her own. Prey animal and all.

"I can't speak for all werewolves, but I'm not allergic to chocolate," she assures him before bringing it to her mouth to take a bite. Not going to pop the whole thing in her mouth all at once if he's looking for feedback.

"Nnnghm, ohmigod."

That's...probably not as articulate as she wants it to be. Certainly less dignified.