[Eggsy picks up a basket, holding it between them as if to tell them that whatever they want, just slip it in. He's certainly not going to be shy about it. There was a time when he couldn't have afforded to come anywhere near a place like this, but it's still recent enough that a part of him just wants to buy everything. He won't, he'll hold back, but not much.]

Look at that.

[There's a display nearby with some of the fanciest biscuits he's ever seen. Chocolate drizzled and tasty as fuck. Eggsy grabs a package and sits it in the basket, hesitates, then adds another.]

I wonder if you can freeze some of this. Like, who knows when we'll be around a place like this again.