"Um, no, soup at breakfast is something for old people." Her tone wasn't rude, yet it certainly dripped with disgust. "For something liquid maybe orange juice! Or tea. Or... would you let me have coffee this once?"

Caster stood in complete silence as Sollux tied the shawl around his neck and shoulders.

"Okay, that's a yes, at least." And she grinned.

At least until Caster decided to speak up. "Vegetable soup is tasty."

Sollux gasped dramatically. "For breakfast? Look, Sunny, it's been less than a day and you're already twisting the little guy's ways!"

The gasp grew louder, almost as if offended. "Not true, not true! I'm just being a normal girl--kids should like pancakes and yogurts and milk and jam! I'm the rebel of the family, I guess now?"

Caster just kind of stared at Sollux, probably wondering What's a pancake? with that blank look on his face.

"But- but that's fine, yeah," she finally said, relaxing her shoulders down and starting to turn a bit to face the inside of the room. "It's fine if you want soup, just not for me, 'kay?"

"All sounds good," she replied with a nod as she held the door getting ready to shut it. "I'll see you downstairs!"

Caster moved out of the way, now wrapped in the (still oversized) shawl placed on him. He was staring at Sunny once more.

Caster shook his head and proceeded to bite his sleeve to pull it up just like he did back at the forest. He then went to Sunny's side once more.
"I thought you were going to put the coat on."

"Okay," Caster agreed, now nodding. "So we're getting soup now?"

Caster follows Sunny with the promise of soup in his mind.

The Servant turns to regard Sunny curiously. Truly, the question caught him unaware: was there anything at all he really wanted to do?
He hmmed in reply, gaze falling as he tried to figure out a good answer. He'd been more or less on autopilot for a while, not acting, just reacting. Of course, the main thing would be "return to the forest", but that most likely wasn't an option with the vague schedule his Master had laid out earlier.
"I don't..." he mumbled a little under his breath. Then, with an added smidge of confidence as his thoughts gathered together, he tried again. "Don't know. I was looking at the people, and the buildings, and the city. I just want to see how the people here live."
Caster tilted his head to the side. His words went slowly, as if unsure of what he was saying. "But... you don't mean that, right?"

There wasn't anything else to reply. Caster wasn't even sure if there was something in particular that Sunny expected him to say, or perhaps wanted to hear. But even had that been the case he wouldn't have said it if he did not feel it to be true.
So he just stood there in silence for a handful of seconds.
In the end, Caster raised his sight to reply: "I... don't know.... yet."
He made sure to add that last word. It was what lent truth to his statement.

Caster only made a light noise of affirmation to that.
He was ready to take the step forward, but faltered when Sunny did not do it first. He turned to regard the tall young man.
"We go?"

Upon receiving the sign, Caster started his way forward accordingly. He made sure to remain no more than a step and a half away further from Sunny. During the first few moments, his head was turned to the side to keep the mage in his line of sight, but as both fell into pace, the Servant's head dropped slightly to the front. No worries though, his eyes were still fixed on the path around! And the city around, but mostly the way he sensed Sunny wanted to head in.

Soon enough, a particular corner came into view. An inconspicous establishment--in the sense that it did not look out of place--adorned with a moustached muffin right over the entrance and next to the name. The partly open set of double glass doors with a an OPEN sign hanging from the inside led the way into "Don Panquecito" café.
The exterior of the shop, covered with windows, let plenty of light inside as well as the gazes of any passerbys. But there was the promise of a second floor.
Either way, nearing the entrance, a display of multicolored pastries was strategically set behind a glass pane to catch the attention of hungry pedestrians.

Pastries. Of all shapes and sizes. Little tarts, bigger slices of pie, chocochip muffins, orange muffins, squares of tiramisu, red velvet cupcakes, éclaires, all items equal parts art and sweet temptation. Meticulously picked out colors and swirls of chocolate in patterns that only design appreciators would point out. All of that, a buffet of many choices, a feast for the eyes but the eyes only, as for them to be a feast for the mouth there was the obstacle of little numbers on cards at the side of each item. As much as the customer would enjoy the pastries, so the establishment would enjoy the clients' money.
But, hey. There's bound to be more on the menu. After all, the letters below the café name also read out "restaurant" and "breakfast". Of course there are no rules against having sweet delights during the morning hours, but variety is good to keep in mind.

Someone from the inside, likely a worker, caught a glimpse of the peculiar pair of people outside. Caster felt the gaze and held onto Sunny's sleeve. Yet it was nothing serious, as people cross sights in everyday life.
Still, he'd feel more at ease knowing who's looking at them from that vantage point of the inside. Especially since Caster isn't as enamored with the looks of chocolate and promises of sweet stuff in the display.

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Silence for a bit. Then, "Do you want one?"
Little guy, your Master wants all of those.
"You haven't been here before, too," he stated, now eyeing the inside of the cafe through the spaces behind the display pane. That part belongs to the cash register area.

Caster made a noise of affirmation and left the matter there. To himself, he knew he'd watch Sunny's reaction before deciding to try the pastries himself.
This time he lingered a second or two just to make sure he could enter the establishment behind Sunny. And as such, deciphering the way of how to enter through a door that is already invitingly ajar falls to his Master.

A warm scent of baked goods greets the customers upon entry. The air is fresh, however, courtesy of the AC up there in that corner that Caster eyed suspiciously for a moment. The area seems to be quite more spacious inside than from the outside. Maybe thanks to the fact that there are few customers at this time. Murmurs of a low conversation between two older women reach the newcomers' ears without enough detail (or context) to figure out their subject of discussion. That pair is closest to the mage and his Servant, though there is also a person engrossed in their tablet sitting a fair few tables away.
As for any other people, no direct greeting from the staff came. Only the young man behind the counter grinned politely as soon as eye contact was made (guess by who). There are more staff, but the waiters aren't near the entrance at the moment. A sort of menu--written in chalk for the aesthetic, yet starting to fade--is displayrd on a board above the counter.
As was visible from earlier, now the staircase to the second floor is full in view. Either there, or the variety of multi-chair tables are expected to be the next destination. It also feels as though the customers are supposed to know what kind of table they want to sit at instead of being led to their spot. Or expected to go to the counter and order their to-go.

Sollux appears to be taking her sweet time in arriving to the café.

Caster follows Sunny in his entry to the establishment, making sure to stay as close as possible just as he has this whole time. Most importantly, he very clearly seems to be hyperaware of the surrounding scents, now finally piecing together that the pastries he saw aren’t just fancy hollow decorations but that some contain delicious bread. And, maybe, he finally understood why Sunny had been staring at them.
You can’t really blame him. It’s the boy’s first time at a café. At least he gets the hint of the chair being pulled out for him to take a seat, which he did, by the way, and instantly scooted forward with it to stay close to the table. His feet don’t quite reach the floor even with his being seated at the very edge of the chair.
He stared at Sunny while the other is taking a seat, then proceeded to rest his chin over crossed arms on top of the table. That posture didn’t last long. The unmistakable sound of rapidly approaching steps from a taller person caused Caster to straighten immediately and turn around.
“Good morning and welcome to Don Panquecito!”
But it wasn’t a threat.
Two menus, neatly opened to the second page, slid onto the table from the hands of a young and smiling waiter. He’d come from another area hidden from the entrance view: the kitchen. Leaning forward with a rather friendly demeanor for a stranger, the waiter pointed his finger at a particular section of the page before putting his hand back into the pocket of his apron.
“We’re out of croissants right now, but take a look at the other breakfast options. Let me know when you two are ready to order!” He was about to leave but stopped himself while turning around and reversed the motion. “Or, if you need anything else too. Just let me know.”
Caster eyed the man (who lingered for a bit next to the table now instead of leaving straight away) and then stared straight at Sunny to see how this would play out.