[ Reynir completely pretends not to notice that smug look, reaching around for his water flask to take a little drink and swish the lingering sweetness out of his mouth. ]

They can't be for people.

[ He refuses to believe they would be. Reynir looks at the rather sizeable amount of Twinkies and does not comment on the fact that Lalli hadn't bothered to even test one before he went to the trouble of bringing all these back. Instead he tries to think practically and suggests: ]

We could give them to the ranch animals. They don't taste rotten, just... gross.

[ There! A productive idea.

... And now he smirks, adds: ]

But we could save one and offer it to Onni, first?

[ He meets Lalli's gaze, conspiratorial, a scheming smile curling his mouth. ]