"Oh, uh -- "

He shakes off enough of the cloud to huff a wry, self-deprecating noise. "Thank you," he says as he steps inside. "I didn't want to come in uninvited, if you're already on edge from a home invasion."

Once over the threshold, Gaeta rummages through his bag again.

"I don't know how much of an appetite you have, but I brought some pastries, too. Interested?"