The coffee remark gets a short shift in his expression, his eyes hooded and darker and the curve of his brows in a completely unimpressed line. It barely lasts a moment.
"I've got twelve minutes to spare." If the number is rather precise to a point, Cadeyrn doesn't remark on it. His shopping is already done regardless, and the rest is all about getting this home, which he's already calculated will take less than thirty minutes. Even with the bagging and tagging everything. He snorts lightly at his own humor.
"I suppose it's much quieter than here? Less people too," he prods a little more, simply because any information at all would be helpful. Still, he keeps his own cards quite close as they make their way closer to the checkout area.
"But the shopping seems supbar," he adds, with a bit of a crooked smirk, considering why Daryl has made his way here to find a toaster oven of all things.
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"I've got twelve minutes to spare." If the number is rather precise to a point, Cadeyrn doesn't remark on it. His shopping is already done regardless, and the rest is all about getting this home, which he's already calculated will take less than thirty minutes. Even with the bagging and tagging everything. He snorts lightly at his own humor.
"I suppose it's much quieter than here? Less people too," he prods a little more, simply because any information at all would be helpful. Still, he keeps his own cards quite close as they make their way closer to the checkout area.
"But the shopping seems supbar," he adds, with a bit of a crooked smirk, considering why Daryl has made his way here to find a toaster oven of all things.