The urge to kiss her again is there, but he doubts Annabeth would appreciate getting smacked in the face with a bread roll. So he refrains, sighing loudly when she leaves him. "I'm not gonna drop anything," he protests, except it comes out more like 'Mm nrt goma nrop amyfin'.

To his credit, he does manage to avoid letting anything hits the ground, although there's some obvious relief in the way he drops his armful into the bag when she gets back. "Okay Miss Plan, is that everything?"