He didn't budge from the hug until she pulled away herself, and then stepped back a moment as she did the same, his hand falling into her own. He was abot to step with her, when she gestured to the basket. He chuckled a bit and held a hand up.
"Hannah, it's okay. It's nothing breakable anyway, and the basket didn't tip," he leaned down to pick it up and smirked as he shook it for her, "Just some lemonade and chicken. The lemonade is sealed away in plastic, not glass though, so don't worry."
He nudged her through the door, even if it was her place, as if indicating that she was more than welcome to forget the basket and continue on, "I thought maybe you'd like something to eat. Or, we don't have to of course. Just, you know, a thought is all it was really."
He found himself just a slight bit flustered, but managed to pull himself together enough to provide that smile of his, "I promise the chicken's not bad just because it was a few feet closer to the ground."