Club sandwich and a coke, then. Cookies too- oh, they have croissants.

[He makes a point of saying it kwa-san, faking a french accent playfully before flipping the little laminated menu over. There's macarons and cake, pies and all this other sweet shit on the back. He's having a momentary crisis, but he looks back up slowly after realizing he might be treading closer to toes when it comes to being grateful for what he's given.]

I eat like a pig, I know. I'll owe you a good favor, okay?

[So let him have it all.]

What're you gonna get?