[Once he hears that Kankuro is infinitely glad for the flour as it hides the heat in his cheeks.]

I didn't see you alright! I have no idea how these aisle are set up or anything, and I was just trying to see what was in the next aisle and augh, nevermind!

[Unlike Kirk, Kankuro doesn't wipe at the flour on his face. The flour is already sticking the lines he had redrawn with his facepaint in the item shop, turning faintly purple as it absorbs the slight moisture of the paint. He shakes his head,sending puffs of flour off his cowl and face.]

It's not the coughing, it's the chucks of half chewed food! So gross.

[Flecks of apple are still on his outfit and he brushes them off with a noise of disgust.

This done he glares down at the bottles of spices scattered at his feet. With a flick of his wrist, blue lines stretch down from his hand and seem to attach to each bottle. He gives a jerk and the bottle fly upwards to land back in his arms. Screw baskets, he's carrying everything. Kankuro nudges the broken salt container with a sandled toe and sighs.]

Well that's unsalvageable.