[Well... she doesn't look angry; he'll consider that a good start... up until he's at a loss for how to interpret her shrinking back from him. Instead of answering immediately, Sanji briefly glances to the side, as if he just witnessed something private. The bag grows heavy in his hand.]

Uh... Perona-chan. [A wince. Without his usual enthusiasm, even he can spot the tired note in his own voice.] I thought you might be hungry, so-- [Another wince, and he halts to a stop.] Not that you can't cook for yourself, I know! Just that I hadn't really seen you... around... [Ugh, that doesn't sound right either. He fights back a groan, mental demands insisting he stop cocking this up] I mean, I never got a chance to apologize for my shitty behavior back at the restaurant, either.

[At this point he stops for a few seconds, and sighs, having finally come to terms with his sloppy words. Better now to grin slightly in embarrassment, seeking forgiveness, and offer her the bag.]