He is still clinging, slightly, though it is mostly for the reassurance of Laertes' arms around him, telling him that he is real, he is flesh and blood; and he settles his hands at Laertes' waist for just a moment before giving him a brisk kiss. "Yes, the baguettes," he says, eager to change the subject. "A few more minutes, I think, and then they may be rolled into shape and there is one last rise to contend with."