It wasn't that Liyal didn't pay them, he just paid them less. Haggling was a regular part of bartering and he just didn't get why you couldn't question the prices of things without being rude. This had more to do with Liyal being Uolouno than anything he was taught. Quen wasn't the only one with certain setbacks, the difference between them, philosophically, was that he wasn't above using people's sympathy to get things. Cheaper, as it were.
"Smashing!" Liyal answered her. There was no way he was going to walk all the way to the Theater District just to sit down. The Bazaar was way more exciting. He led her into the entrance of a clean alleyway where there were crates to sit on. He squatted and held the small watermelon between both his hands and gave it a hard crack against the pavement.
Sadly, watermelon didnt' crack open as easily as eggs, but he found a good crevice and pried a piece off. Squinting and turning his head to the side, he put his hands on either side and pulled slowly, opening up the seam he'd made all the way around. It was pretty messy, but effective.
Grinning, he handed Quen her sticky half and started digging in with his hands. Like he was going to dirty his arrows with food!