Re: around 10am
Micchin dug into her pocket, finding the money that her mother had shoved at her earlier that morning; "Here. 500. Thanks." It was all a grumble of not-entirely-unfriendly, but certainly not chipper, words, something of a long blur. She reached across the counter to claim her breakfast, with a chuckle, one that came out as a kind of hmph.
"The one and only?" Well, Micchin guessed, if you were famous enough to have a nickname around the school, why couldn't you run around calling yourself 'the one and only'? She shrugged at the invitation to have a brighter day—"Well, I'll letcha know if it's really the best whatver-this-was in town, Sato." No formality, no Upperclassman Sato there, not for Micchin, not today.