There wasn't a whole lot a twenty would buy him, but he held back from saying that comment. He took the bill out of the tip jar and stuffed it in his pocket. "Thanks." He wasn't going to share that one with anyone.
Luckily for her there wasn't anyone else in line for the moment, so he took his time (which he did anyway) at packing her up a box full of pastry. "One cinnamon bun, cherry, croissant. What else?" He kept the lid open with his tongs ready. Deirdre had a whole shitload of stuff.