Kili smiled even brighter at the verbal confirmation that he had helped Albert, even after the mention of carrying them somewhere besides his pockets. He takes another firm bite of his own with a bubbly grin before shrugging.

"Not as convenient as my pockets, though," he replies, until he finds some lint in his own.

He sticks out his tongue and plucks the foreign bit of dust from it, furrowing his eyebrows. Oh. Yes. Maybe he really should carry the muffins somewhere other than his jacket.