[That smile makes her feel like she should have something - be something - say something to return it. But she doesn't have anything to do or be or say.

Except a smile in return, however tinged with appreciation it is, and the bag in her hand. In fact, she brightens a little with a child-like excitement.]

Want to try a bear claw? [Shifting through the bag right now.] Temari just introduced me to them. They're really good! And... not actually bear claws at all.

[She finds what she's looking for and holds out the pastry, still wrapped in wax paper.]