"No, that's--" Jasper double-checked the basket, just in case, "that's it," he assured her with a grin, his bag of tricks all used up at once. Oh, jeez, maybe he shouldn't have done that, now he didn't have something to pull out to save him when he inevitably said something laughable. It might have been worth it, though, to be called perfect, perfect!, by Janet Van Dyne, even if he didn't really know what to do with that. Did...did he say it back? "They're actually better after a day or two," he admitted humbly, grimacing apologetically because he could have thought of that earlier and planned accordingly. That didn't make them inedible now, though, and he left the lid with his basket to take the tin, thermos, and offer to carry the mugs wherever they were going. "Do you...bake?" he asked to propel the conversation, even though that was the last thing he wanted to ask the Wasp and was already bored with himself. Oh no, did that sound bad? "Not because you're--" he tried to recover before he realized actually saying it made it so much worse, and scrambled to correct, "You have a really big kitchen." Obviously.