[ Light almighty. At least she's enthusiastic. His eartips turn slightly pink at the praise; he'll always be vulnerable to it, no matter how old he gets, no matter how many croissants he bakes. ]

Another King, huh? We're just overflowing with excitable nobility in this place, aren't we.

[ Said dryly, even as he's offering her the basket. Go on, then. ]

You realize that title has no weight anymore, right? You're just like anyone else in this hall, now.