What The Fudge?

(I make fudge in an open kitchen in a candy shop. There are low walls so I can see customers and they can see me, and there’s a roped doorway which has been left open today. Currently, I’m cutting a batch of fudge I just made.)

Customer: *walks casually into kitchen*

Me: “I’m sorry, no customers are allowed.”

Customer: *keeps walking despite my repeated protests, picks up a piece of fudge and calmly eats it*

Me: “You can’t do that!”

Customer: “I just did.” *walks out*