Matilda hums wistfully as she sips on her coffee, looking thoughtful briefly. She doesn't know much about baking either, but she gives a little nod, giving her hair a girlish twirl with her finger. "Bread and stuff!" She chirps.

"That's one thing we have in common, then! Though it's the antithetical situation for me, I can't have the eggs. Cookie Dough makes us both sick." She seems weirdly pleased to have found common footing with him though, and beams.