Of all the ways he should have reacted, Malachi laughed. Unintentionally, for he'd never relax enough to do so in typical company; the sound was short-lived, too. Clipped into nonexistence as soon as it reached his own ears. To Mister Tully's bold statement, he said nothing.

While Mister Tully fawned over the treat he'd acquired, Malachi began his task of cutting up the carrots. He paused long enough to glance over his shoulder, eyeing the torn half of the bun, but shook his head.

"Have it. I don't like sweets."

He also didn't want to take it for a multitude of other reasons: he didn't like sharing, he didn't like sweets, and he didn't like taking perfectly good food from someone who needed it more than him.