You mean she has to think while she enjoys this chocolate? Bunny, that's mean! Stacia tries though, if only because providing useful feedback is more likely to score her a regular test-taster seat.

"It'sh good," she says, covering her mouth with a hand so she doesn't have to swallow what's in her mouth to speak. "Texchur's fine. Melting--" she glances down at her other hand. "--Little fast." Licking melted chocolate off of her fingers will also undignified, but some sacrifices must be made.

She does swallow her first bite when he follows up on what actually brought her here; it's a serious enough topic that it deserves her full attention and articulation.

"I found something in my room earlier," she says. "It's not mine, and I don't know where it came from. But if Jorgmund gave you your gauntlets back, then I'm worried that they left it in my room for a less-than-savory reason."

She dips her not-sticky hand into her pocket and pulls out the key she'd found.

"I know it's magic, but it's not my kind of magic. And keys are always a little bit suspicious in general."