He might be surprised at how unridiculous she actually finds the idea, but she also doesn't really want to talk about it. That's sort of the point. So she bites back the various potential responses that spring to mind, which range from mildly sarcastic to overbearingly grim. And when he changes the subject to her baking, she doesn't fight it.

"Toxic sugar concoctions," she answers. "Well, there's the usual breakfast rush of cinnamon rolls and muffins and different kinds of bread, but then it's mostly cookies and desserts for the rest of the day." She pauses, then clarifies, "That's how it was back home, at my stepdad's coffeehouse. In Manhattan, it's a bit less… varied." Glaser's has a pretty specific menu, and while she's been shaking things up a little bit, there's only so much she can do in a place that just doesn't operate like a sit-down-and-stay-awhile coffeehouse.