[ Hearty and filling might be asking a bit much, Claude. But he's willing to try at least, he has no idea what sort of food a place like this has so he's going to have to lean on Claude a little bit. Still Claude is absolutely right. The moment the word "grub" leaves his lips Lorenz snaps his attention back to him, nose wrinkled and looking affronted at the very existence of the word. ]
Ugh. Must you?
[ Why do you have to be disgusting, Claude? Lorenz half rolls his eyes, turning away to huff off to find them somewhere to sit... only to turn on his heel and march right back as soon as he sees the glass case of pastries up front. ]
I'll forgive your horrible language if you bring me one of those nut rolls.
[ Whatever else Claude is planning to get him a maple and pecan topped cinnamon roll just sounds too heavenly to pass up. ]
Please.
[ A murmured afterthought, torn between the demanding huffiness that feels so natural with Claude and not wanting to be rude. Then he finally wanders off to claim a table near the front windows so they can see outside.]
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Ugh. Must you?
[ Why do you have to be disgusting, Claude? Lorenz half rolls his eyes, turning away to huff off to find them somewhere to sit... only to turn on his heel and march right back as soon as he sees the glass case of pastries up front. ]
I'll forgive your horrible language if you bring me one of those nut rolls.
[ Whatever else Claude is planning to get him a maple and pecan topped cinnamon roll just sounds too heavenly to pass up. ]
Please.
[ A murmured afterthought, torn between the demanding huffiness that feels so natural with Claude and not wanting to be rude. Then he finally wanders off to claim a table near the front windows so they can see outside.]