[Tartaglia couldn't agree more. He feels like he suddenly has more room in his stomach even after having breakfast, as he's already walking over to the borani banjan on display in front of the counter. It reminds him of the sour cream dishes made in Snezhnaya, even if it's yogurt instead of sour cream. Same principle, different taste. He's here for it.]

Oh, they're very much into sweets. I'm not entirely sure if they're going to like what's offered here, but it doesn't hurt to take a look. Anything I'd take home for them is going to be something I pick up before we depart the ship. But I think these little balls here, [he says as he points to some labneh balls,] might be perfect to take back to the room for those freeloaders to snack on.

[There's the slightest hint of resentment aimed at the Aranara in his voice, something also uncharacteristic of him. They are on a ship, so the price of the food is also jacked up, just as it was at the cafe, which also makes him balk out of character. He's got to spend that much just for them?]

What a hassle...

[He mutters to himself, feeling the need to just shed himself of these annoyances. Why it's getting to him so much isn't something he's bothering to think about, all he knows is that life would be easier if he didn't have to deal with it.]

Yoimiya, I'm going to grab a few of these to bring them back. Get anything you want, okay?