The little Riolu's brow quirks a bit, his look melting into something passive again. If you say so.

"I'm sure they didn't mean any harm by it," Cissnei mused, letting him take the journal and keeping a hold of the smaller package of assorted cookies. "Good. I tried to find something that could handle being toted around as you travel and that one seemed to be the best of the bunch." With a smile, she held out the other package. "They mentioned you had a bit of a sweet tooth, too, so hopefully these satisfy it."

It's alright, Walter. She doesn't mind in the least. She's just glad she picked something useful.