[except leo is cut off mid-sentence by the fabulous (not quite) aim of one Xerxes Break, and the loud crashing of one cake tray. he's not really sure how to react when the entire thing crashes to the floor, but he does kind of jerk in a futile attempt to recover it in mid-air.
... of course, that doesn't work, and everything's on the floor. he adjusts his glasses, wondering if maybe it was his fault, but he was sure he'd passed the tray cleanly--]