Leaning forward he looked to the bread and gave a nod, “That’s the one she always has out. I just hope she wasn’t looking for something different today or I’ll have to come back straight away,” he sounded more like he was fifteen than a thirty year old. But his mother was not in the best of health and didn’t one go straight to childhood when fearing for their parents? Maybe for some. Definitely for Benjamin.<br/><br/>Turning his head, he smiled to the lady who had asked him how he was doing and took the peppermints from her, “Thank you, miss.”<br/><br/>Going to the one with the bread, he really should just properly introduce himself, he found her to be laughing…maybe at him. Oh, she was an artist. Good, Benjamin didn’t think he would last in jail. No matter how much he could look like a bear.<br/><br/>“I wouldn’t mind at all. I have time now if that is what you mean,” he started diving in his pocket, “How much do I owe first?”<br/>