"I owe you candy?" It is very strange to imagine receiving requests for sweets via prayer, but he's amused rather than offended by the idea.

"I don't find much occasion to eat." He stops his hands from fiddling with his napkin, lets it lie flat, and clasps his hands together. "I'm not sure if I would like it or not." He pauses, letting his mouth curve into a smile. "But if you say that I do, I'm inclined to believe you."