Oh! That reminds me.

[ His hand waves and the view of the air bends with green light, letting him reach into a newly made pocket within the space there and draw out what looks like a pile of lumpy serviettes. ]

Concealment spell, good place to keep your keys. Or cookies! These are for you, I got them off a mutant who was also cooking weiner schnitzel.

[ He rests the napkin on his chest, unfolding it to show six (slightly broken) cookies. ]