One of the little snacks missed the cupboard and fell on the ground with an unceremonious crunch of wrapping. Martin frowned miserably down at it, face and ears burning hot. He was quiet as she was, arms sagging to settle on his cross-legged lap.

"I'm just..." His head ducked down, as if trying to disappear behind his shirt collar like a turtle. "Trying to stay...ou-out of the way. Is all."