On the one hand, Ritsuka no longer needs to near-desperately consume a huge amount of calories daily to compensate for her lack of magical circuits. And she's nowhere near as active as she was in Chaldea, so that food would only be going straight to her gut.
On the other hand, she still likes snacking, and she's been taking advantage of the past couple of months in Avalon to look up cute little cafes and bakeries and other little hole-in-the-wall eateries that don't exist after the end of the world. She emerges from a little French-style bakery with a loaf of bread, a couple of meat buns, and a precariously-balanced box of day-old pastries.
With her burdens, she sees the crowd parting, but not why. It doesn't bother her, though; of course she just casually walks out without worry, and even takes a couple of steps forward before she sees--oh.
Surprise?!
She can't dramatically point when her arms are full, but she does almost drop the box of pastries, staring.
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On the other hand, she still likes snacking, and she's been taking advantage of the past couple of months in Avalon to look up cute little cafes and bakeries and other little hole-in-the-wall eateries that don't exist after the end of the world. She emerges from a little French-style bakery with a loaf of bread, a couple of meat buns, and a precariously-balanced box of day-old pastries.
With her burdens, she sees the crowd parting, but not why. It doesn't bother her, though; of course she just casually walks out without worry, and even takes a couple of steps forward before she sees--oh.
Surprise?!
She can't dramatically point when her arms are full, but she does almost drop the box of pastries, staring.
"You...?!"