Chocolate's good; she likes chocolate. She likes most sweets, actually, though her usual fare isn't found in vending machines. Elegant ladies order from cafés instead. Haruka rips open the package and takes an absentminded nibble. In slightly altered circumstances this would almost be cozy.
Soon her head has joined Sarah's in contemplation of the stool. "Worried?" she asks, trying to read the girl's expression in the dim light and failing. A small squid flies past, tentacles waving in the wind. Yes, the circumstances would have to change a bit for this to be a truly relaxing break.