Shiro studied Aaron's features for a few moments, ponderingly. Gauging his reaction. Furrowing her brow, she nodded slightly, the action slight and almost discernable. "I don't think I would know," she replied by means of acknowledgement, relaxing once again as she looked away from Aaron and towards the many pastries and cakes on display, all of which were tantalisingly out of reach, protected by a glass pane. She signalled towards the food, "but I'm sure it won't be edible. Want one?"