I guess it depends on if they actually thought they won.

[Bulba moved to turn the burner back on now that the evidence of his poffin starts was getting gobbled up.]

You could always ask him about what it actually means though. The tea, I mean. Or for a match, I guess, if you'd rather figure it out that way.

[He glanced at the berries on the counter, then motioned towards what was left of the poffin.]

Would you like another one?