A hum sounded from Malachi at the mention of something savory. He did not consume many sweets of his own volition; those he did were typically gifted from well-intentioned parishioners (and more often than not, he gave them away when he could).

His eyes slid away from the pastries to find Nettie instead.

"I don't need that much," he said with a small laugh. Mrs. Higgins certainly made sure there was always food when he needed it, and when he didn't, too. Something for now and later would just be too much for him. "A savory pie will do fine. What are you getting?"