"So you're buying us breakfast, right Gered?" Zitka said, holding her hands behind her head as she appeared to be looking at the baked goods. She was actually watching the patrons, looking for a good mark. Yesterday's exploits left her coin purse bitterly light, too light for her liking. Zitka looked at Gered and smiled at him, giving him a wink. "I mean, you've already had<em>your</em>breakfast, right?"