The red head watched her friend slide the card and looked up at her with the question of lunch. "Sure", she answered with a small smile, reaching up on the counter to take one of the bags and make an attempt at the other.
"What did you have in mind? I can pretty much eat anything..." Jean added; the bag slipped off the counter and with a touch of telekinesis, the teen caught it, sneaking a glance at the clerk to make sure none of it was seen. He didn't seem to notice anything, but the dollar amount on his register and the red head breathed a small sigh of relief.