Hunter blinked again, and he took his time with his surprise. She reeled off half the menu, and for someone who was used to the burnt scrapings at the bottom of a 24 hour diner, it was all a little overwhelming. He hugged his designer paper cup, with its green design, to his chest, almost protectively, and waved his other hand to stave off her suggestion and waiting hand. "No, no. I don't want any of that stuff." But then he put both boots on the ground, shot an apprehensive look out the front glass to see if the tow truck was here, and then back at her. Wait, did she say...? "...Chocolate?"
Coming from a dirt poor background and the kind of income you might expect from somebody that lived in his truck, Hunter didn't spend much money on things he would like as opposed to things he needed. Everybody liked chocolate.