Beleth shrugged, handed a coin over, and began to walk away from the stall, nibbling on the eclair. Being told that she was being treated exactly the same as the rest of the Inquisition--well, Beleth had a habit of overestimating friendship with other people. She took it as a marker of current status, and moved on. At least she knew.

"I would feel remiss in not thanking you. I still appreciate it, even so." She waited, carefully, for them to come to an area that was less crowded. And even then, when she continued, her voice was a lower hush. "Some day, I will come here as a great bard. I hope that on that day, I can shop with another here because I desire to, not because I am required to. "