[He feels bad now, by the tone in Youth's voice, he can tell that his feelings have been hurt a bit. He swallows the bread, which thankfully calmed the burning somewhat.]

...I'm sorry I can't hold my spices, it seems. But I thank you all the same. Let me know if there's anything I can do for you sometime, hmm?

[He hands back the unfinished plate with a nod of thanks.]

Hope your friend feels better.