Wrema takes the proffered cone like it's something precious, tucking it almost as tightly to her chest as Sucasa did her own. She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath of the delicious smell, before taking a piece and placing it in her own mouth. After savoring it for a long moment --

"It's good! Thank you!"

She beams at the old woman, then at Hera, even as Sucasa sidles a little closer to her.

"Can I try one of yours? Please?"

Wrema is a generous creature, because she holds out her cone enough that Sucasa can take several pieces, with only a little encouragement. See? She can be good!