Normally Terry wouldn't have taken longer in a line than necessary (he, too, understood the frustration of being stuck behind really slow people), but given that the woman who was selling him some really delicious pastries was conversing with him and no one behind him seemed to mind, he figured it would be rude to just walk away.
"Both, though most of these are going to my friends," he said ruefully. His friendly smile faded into something grimmer. "Quintaped."