[...Well, he can't say he blames him for feeling a little freaked out. Having had some experience in that area and knowing he'll probably just feel more uncomfortable with the book, he waits a little while before he goes to find him in person. He approaches with a bag in one hand and lifting another to wave a little, all the while maintaining a reasonable distance.]
Hey, there. [Offers a half smile, and holds up the bag.] Nothing like Mary Margret's meals, but there's some snacks in here to tide you over.