Teresa
"Oh, I know what you're doing here." Myhan rubs his chin with piqued dacademic interest, the scholar buried within every 2 century old giant awakened. 

"You forgo a weapon to focus on applying a somatic component to your spell with hand gestures, allowing you to more precisely direct your spells, designate targets, and also hasten the speed and widen the range of your spell. Thereotically speaking, if you can heighten your speed enough, you can forgo a sword entirely to strike. I usually see this more with aeromancers, but this works as well... One theory I have is that blah blah blah..."

As Myhan and Garuda went on and on about magic, it was only when Cuo awoke that the titan had noticed she had even slept at all. Sighing, Myhan was about to say something before suddenly, he stalled as a thought came to mind. With a twinkle in his eye and winking at Garuda, he then proceeded to cough very conspiciously to get her attention while she was still disoriented.

"Had a nice dream? Good timing, because the shop is about to close! Shame about the pastries you ordered though." Myhan made sure to mock sigh to sell it to the hapless girl.
Jimmy
G-"I actually am an Aeromancer. My specialties are the Artifice and Aero schools. They used to call me 'The Steel Raven' back in the day. And you are correct. It's more nimble than a sword, yet slashes just as effectively..."

"Huh? Closing??!!"

*Cuo sat up straight, awake, and Garuda turned to her. If she were human, a sly smile would have appeared on her face.*

"Yep, you got 5 minutes."

*The mage looked at Myhan, then at Garuda. Just how long had they been talking about magic? Did she pass out for that long? In a rush, Cuo began chowing down on the few remaining pastries, washing it down with half a cup of coffee, earning more strange looks from the people in the store.*
Teresa
"That adds up- I did notice traces of the aeromancy discipline in what you've been talking about and doing." Myhan nods sagely, before turning his attention back to Cuo. His grin broadening with playful malice, he begun to cheer her futile efforts along with a spontaneously improvised jingle, in a sing-song voice of deep baritone.

"Hurry hurry, Do not tarry! 
The waiters are wiping the stoves, the cooks are closing the store-
The horses are sleeping and the owner's marching!
They will come, They will come!"

After ensuring that Cuo was fully focused on gourging herself on chunks of food and mouthfuls of beverage, he sneakily side-eyed a certain crow and whispered to her.

"Say, how long do you think she'll need? Not her finding out, of course- but the food!"

It seems that Myhan had 'pessimistically' observed that she wasn't going to realise the ruse until someone pointed it out to her, so he'll settle for the next best "Sport" To bet on.