Yamato's reaction upon seeing that sunny smile and that tray is the exact same ratio of nervousness to betrayal to muted alarm as a puppy who's just realised the car is pulling up at the vet's office.

"I, er, I'm fine, I don't need any ... I was actually just leaving," he says, putting a hand on Barry's shoulder and trying to ease behind him. "But I think I saw Barry sneezing earlier."