Fuuuuck... Whatever hope he had that he might escape consequences fades as Cerrit lays out the terms. And as much as he'd like to play at being defiant in the face of an authority figure, he can't help but wilt under the old dwarf's stare.

He's stirring up that grandpa guilt again.

"Yeah," he murmurs, shrugging a shoulder as he glances down at his boots. "I mean, I wouldn't try to mess up or anything." He pulls his gaze up, over to the assorted candies on display. There's some stirring of interest in his eyes. "It's... kind of cool, I guess. Like. You can get artistic with this, right?"