Hunk was happy to see Shiro, because a familiar face was always good. And the idea of Shiro relaxing at all in that bar was comforting, in a weird kind of concerned way. Shiro never lets loose!

"I'm fine. The Dream Width was a little crazy..." Hunk's eyes roll with the emphasis. Huge understatement. And then he pushes a button, causing the blue-windowed hatch in the front to open. The bakery smell is overpowering.

"So I baked my troubles away! And then I realized I made too many." There's a box filled to the brim with iced cinnamon rolls, each wrapped in wax paper. "Help me out. You know you want one." And so he looks expectantly at Shiro, because he asked for this.