Andrew looked back over his shoulder when he heard someone speaking to him and setting something on the counter. And when he saw a box of Hot Pockets peeking out of said bag he couldn't help smiling. "You are a lifesaver, by the way," he said simply as he moved towards the counter. "And sure, I can put these up." With that he started pulling the other items from the bag and stashing the things away in the fridge.
Then he noticed something. "Didn't you say that you fractured that wrist?" he asked, looking at the fact that Booth's wrist was wrapped in an ace bandage. Ace bandages weren't made for broken bones, after all. "You should probably get Martha to put a cast on that or something. You can still knock it on things if it's just bandaged and it'll just make it worse." Besides, wasn't Booth supposed to be really good at shooting? A fractured wrist, if not taken care of properly, could be career ending when it came to gun aim.