Watching the display and introduction of these pretty desserts with wide-eyed fascination, though part of him worried that the magic levitating the treats would end up exploding into his face, they all seemed to settling down on their tray just fine. Rubbing his soft lips yet again, he looked over at Kotoe by the counter, eyes widening at her condition. Ah, right, she was the one who ran the librarium, possibly the one who caused the explosion, "Good morning. Getting cleaned up...?" With a rather worried expression on his face, Roosevelt nodded in great approval at the tag handed over, "Ah, yes, the Selkie tub sounds about right? And, Lemon Salts? I'm more a fan of the Verbena or Lavender salts, myself...smells divine, and your skin feels, well..." Smile all charms at the dessert chef, then witch, his eyes went back down to the desserts after a moment, tilting his head in consideration.

Still, he was unable to decide which treat to choose...froggy-apple was, well, froggy-apple. There was uncertainty about choosing an item that was accidentally made off recipe, even if it was just one carrot...the turtle pie looked good, but chocolate was often sweet. Maybe just...maybe just the never-melt ice cream.

Looking up at the dessert chef again, long finger pointed at the crysta--"Ah? Sir, your arm is..." Finger moving up to point at the red, for a moment the mind said strawberry sauce, but then logic said blood. Pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket with his free hand, a white silk with cream roses embroidered upon it, Roosevelt held it out with a much more somber expression, "Your arm is bleeding. I certainly hope none of this got into the desserts, that not..."