[ Laurent lofts an eyebrow in a way that teasingly suggests this might be demanding, then turns back to Simon who slides around to a till -- still chatting to Laurent as he sets down a card and watches the man ring it up. There's a little bit of back and forth, then Laurent is folding up a receipt with his card and putting away his wallet again.
He glances over his shoulder at Faolan again, smiles and paces over to him. ]
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He glances over his shoulder at Faolan again, smiles and paces over to him. ]
Well? Shall we go decide on a cake?