"Oh, Willow is my lawyer..." The first bit of Hawthorne's reply is mumbled into the palm of his hand as he rubs his chin. It's reflective, perhaps just talking to himself. He perks up when Gideon mentions food. "Oh, that might work." A pause, then a frown. "But food isn't allowed in the library. So you might get in trouble."

He does not notice any gaps in his logic.