Like I was telling him, I had a good recipe for poffins. But I ran out and need to make more.

[He's working with what he's got, alas.]

Thanks though, I appreciate it. [He scoots closer to the porch, but not so he's casting some overwhelming shadow (the pain of being a big guy trying to cajole a skittish thing) and leans an outstretched hand towards the gap underneath.]

I'm Hunk, by the way. [He mutters as an aside. Better to introduce himself right off the bat.]