Jeff feels a little surge of validation at being called an artist, and it seems to get him to drop more of the sullen, disaffected youth act.

"Yeah? I mean, I'm a musician-- or, um, I was a musician back... back where I'm from, so--"

He stops himself. It's not exactly relevant to candy, after all. But he's still pleased that his artist brain has been recognized!

"Um. Anyway. It's got spices in it, right? Like... spiced berries?"