The sudden outburst catches Rena off-guard, and for a moment she does little more than look back at Maria with surprise. So much anger, all at once-- what had she been through, in that place? This young girl...
...well, the story of what and why isn't the important thing at the moment. The more important thing is... Rena turns to the display before them, and the middle-aged man lounging sleepily in his seat behind it, chewing on a stalk of something vaguely purple and possibly organic. If he'd heard anything of Maria's outburst, it doesn't show.
"Excuse me, sir?"
The man shifts a bit, grunts in annoyance, and opens one bleary eye. "Yeah? You buying or what?"
Rena seems unfazed, continuing on in a polite tone: "If it's alright, could we ask a bit about the ingredients that go into these cakes?"
"...tch." In a tone of do you really have to ask, can't you tell. The man sits up and folds his arms with a huff. "Recipe's a trade secret. But I can tell you ladies that we've only ever used certified, bona-fide agroship-grown cream and fruits in all our treats. None of that little lady's soyeelent-whatever-nonsense. Don't believe me, you can look up our records. Flour and sugar and eggs're fabricated for the lower shelf--" gesturing at the selection below, where the shortcake in question sits, "but top shelf's a hundred percent grown. Means you gotta pay the extra credits, 'course."
no subject
...well, the story of what and why isn't the important thing at the moment. The more important thing is... Rena turns to the display before them, and the middle-aged man lounging sleepily in his seat behind it, chewing on a stalk of something vaguely purple and possibly organic. If he'd heard anything of Maria's outburst, it doesn't show.
"Excuse me, sir?"
The man shifts a bit, grunts in annoyance, and opens one bleary eye. "Yeah? You buying or what?"
Rena seems unfazed, continuing on in a polite tone: "If it's alright, could we ask a bit about the ingredients that go into these cakes?"
"...tch." In a tone of do you really have to ask, can't you tell. The man sits up and folds his arms with a huff. "Recipe's a trade secret. But I can tell you ladies that we've only ever used certified, bona-fide agroship-grown cream and fruits in all our treats. None of that little lady's soyeelent-whatever-nonsense. Don't believe me, you can look up our records. Flour and sugar and eggs're fabricated for the lower shelf--" gesturing at the selection below, where the shortcake in question sits, "but top shelf's a hundred percent grown. Means you gotta pay the extra credits, 'course."