Isidor and Viatorus share a look of confusion, but Isidor soon smiles apologetically at Odilia. "We don't know how to conjure food."

"Runa, m-my fiancée, made them," Viatorus explains after thanking Anna for the roll. "She likes to bake and she insisted. Um, she thought you'd like it better than if it was bought from a store." He lifts a half curled hand to preemptively placate any issues. "B-B-But don't think you have to eat it if you don't like it."

Really, it's not bad dessert, but he can't help but worry. After trying enough of her baking maybe he'll learn to have more faith.