Popp would be willing to shamelessly grovel and apologize if he crossed a line, but this is just friendly needling. Mutual needling, at that.

"Hey! I've made bread before! Well... I've handled the baking part!" He holds his hands up and radiates a bit of heat out of them, enough to warm up the cold air around them both. "It doesn't take that long, less than an hour. Sephiroth is... probably better at the kneading and so on, though."

It feels kind of embarrassing that the very sheltered super soldier is better at one of the definitive normal person skills than Popp is, and furthermore being embarrassed by this is also embarrassing in and of itself. Popp has a lot of feelings, okay? The indignation trails off into mild sulkiness, and he lets go of the Sizz spell. The heat remains until it dissipates as per normal physics. Siiiiigh.

"Don't ask him until he knows I'm here, all right? I want to surprise him and see how happy he is to see me in person!"

We're back to idiot grinning already. Popp has a lot of feelings, after all.