There's a pleased sort of huff at her response, since he honestly could not have expected much better. She didn't hit him, run, or lose consciousness so. #winning?

"I do, in fact, have more lemon cookies," he replies, already preparing himself for the idea that they won't talk about it. There's so much they don't talk about, and he's sure that given time he might manage to convince Jyn otherwise - but time is a weird concept, here, amongst the dead and the living and the 'found themselves who knows how far from home and should be dead but are, in fact, living' so. It's something he's willing to let go.

To be honest he'd let a lot of things go, in the name of keeping Jyn comfortable. "There is even the makings of a glaze." He starts to head towards the door but Jyn doesn't immediately come with, and so he stops to look at her again.