"Wait, candy for...droids?" Hank questions, paying no mind to Arid trying to explain what they're here for. The second he gets an affirmation of any kind he's moving around to Arid's other side to inspect that second bowl.

Okay. Gotta be sure he doesn't mistake what this is later after too-many beers. Maybe he'll put a note on top of them back in his room. But if these are something made for droids to enjoy then there's a small chance these could stop Connor from that irritating coin thing he does whenever he's deep in thought. Or from talking when he shouldn't. Either way, Hank sees a potential use for these. So he stuffs a few into his other pocket. It's not the one he keeps his phone in so he's less likely to grab one of these by mistake.

"They were made for combat--"
"Sunkiss, she's trying to say no politely." Another, even softer voice hisses loud enough for Arid to hear. Somewhere further back in their little enclave.
"Oh. Er. How can we help...?"