Winter looks between the candy and Malcolm's right ear, then tentatively takes them. At the very least, it gives his hands something to hold when he's so terribly lacking in pockets. "Thank you."

And because he's curious (and hungry), he extracts one to nibble. " ... it's like licorice," he realizes, though he can't consciously remember ever eating licorice, even if his brain very clearly knows what it is. "Except not as bitter."