[He briefly glares at her. It's not even the white chocolate chips that are the insult this time, though he doesn't want them any more than before; he doesn't like being called out on his impatience, and so he feels a childish urge to prove her wrong.]
Whatever.
[He leans in place and turns the bag over, glaring at the logos and labels.]
no subject
Whatever.
[He leans in place and turns the bag over, glaring at the logos and labels.]