[England heaves an exasperated sigh.] Don't get too excited. I haven't got any delicacies.

[The sound of rummaging comes through; it's distinctly different from the thudding and rattling of England trying to open the door, because he's a huge liar, but he doesn't think America is paying that much attention.] A few packs of crackers, half of a frozen loaf of bread, a can of tomato soup... [More rustling noises, and then, with some surprise:] Oh.

I found a box of biscuits, though there was only one left.

[Cookies. He means cookies.]