You bought them from a what? Impy, grab the box. I can't look, there's Christmas presents in there.

[He will just be continuing his checkup of Hiccup with all the skill and aplomb of someone who actually knows what he's doing, unlike the person writing for him. Meanwhile, Impy skitters over and digs around in the bag before producing the box of cookies in question, holding it up over his little head for inspection.]

It might be that you're having a reaction to one of the ingredients. If it is, that'll sure make you feel like death warmed over for a while, but we can fix it and it'll pass.

[Albert, how simultaneously right and yet wrong you are.]