[Setsuna looks at him as he says that for a moment, her expression one of stricken, deeply sympathetic pity - then sighs.]

If I were a little less thoughtful about the circumstances, this is when I'd say you deserve to have someone care enough to warn you about such things, and offer to help. But, well, [she smiles, conscious of the irony,] I am the weird person bringing gifts of candy, so it doesn't have nearly the same reassuring effect I'd like it to, does it?

[She blinks when he tosses her a lollipop, then raises an eyebrow in total and genuine bewilderment, straight up not comprehending why he's tossing her his rejects except to try and get a rise out of her, which he should know he can't by now - at least not that way. She hasn't even considered he might actually think she'd try to poison him. What would that solve?]

You know, my skirt is not a replacement for a garbage can ...