"Hey, don't look at me, I didn't make this food." Childish petulance flares again, but Lance never did respond favorably to strangers throwing accusations in his face.

He leans away from her hand. "Listen, I'm no expert, okay? I can't be sure what's in what, so you're better off sticking to what you know. If you're so peeved, I'll buy the rest of this stuff off of you, and then maybe next time you can not spend your money on stuff you don't even know if you can eat, then take it out on someone you're asking favors from. How's that sound?"