"Yeah?" The perked response gaining Ana a quick smile and a cocked brow that made his expression somehow seem hopeful instead of the normal look of judgement he held when he was questioning someone's motives.
The look on Ana's face at the sight of the bottle awarded her a genuine explosion of laughter, "de nada," he managed just before she started talking about baking - he'd be silent if it meant more people baking goods near or around him and especially if he got any bit of the goodness. Nodding instead and then opening up the box as she made her way back with plates and silverware.
"Alright, we've got tamales de rajas y queso, pozole rojo, and Aletha may kill me, but we're finishing off our..." his voice suddenly seemed to stutter as he emphasized the "r" in "our" and seemed to change what he was going to say mid-sentence, "...our tortillas, she just made them, I stole them, they're ours now." Glad that he could keep his eyes in the box instead of see Ana's expression at the stutter in his choice of phrasing and words. The rest of the food was pulled out and placed on display, "Provecho!"