Let me cover it, then. [She has enough, she's sure of it. It isn't as if she didn't bring some of her allowance, after all. Meteion laughs, because it feels like whenever she does spend it, it's on food...]

Excuse me! We need five of those, please. And a few sweet pastries, as well...

[Though Meteion's gaze slides back over to Yuya, then.] Do you have a preference as to what kind? I'd like chocolate, please!