[He waits. Hunk has a lot of patience and it's not like he's planning on going anywhere else in the meantime. It was one thing to hear her voice, it was another to have her appear at the door. It takes all he has not to start tearing up again in relief or to drop the tray. One thing at a time. He smiles sheepishly.]

Yeah, something like that. It's nothing too fancy though.

[He pulls away the cover revealing a nice bowl of vegetable soup, two large croissants (with butter on the side), a dish of Pidge's favorite dessert, and a glass of lemonade.]

It's uhm...well I know you weren't sick, but this was the only thing I could think to make.

[Because no one told him the correct food for this occasion. But, who envisions a scenario like this anyway? He mostly wants Pidge to take the tray or set it down so he can hug her, that's his only objective at this point.]