Lust just laughed at that, more out of surprise and fondness than anything. Of course Scar would ask that.

"Nothing, breakfast is my treat. I suggested it, I provide it. That only seems fair."

And she knew that much about this whole dating mess. One party treated the other.

She began opening the take away bags, passing Scar a covered bowl that contained brown rice and an omelette, molded to look like a Teddiursa under a blanket. Her own breakfast was a sweet paste filled waffle shaped like a Magicarp. Even the food options here were cute things.

"You can get the next one."

She knew he didn't like to feel as though he was being taken care of.