Garret's eyes widened at the sight of the sauce smearing his professor's face. It took all his self control to keep from laughing, but he just shook his head and held his hand up, palm facing the prof as if to push the hankie back, "No trouble, sir," he practically squeaked (if he opened his mouth too much, he would probably explode), "Keep it! I have tons."

And thankful when the prof dismissed them, Garret gave an odd salute and spun on his heel out of there.