Micchin's attention was drawn away from the display case and directly to the shop girl — who was not only wearing strawberry and kind of lolita-ish stuff underneath, but was also gorgeous. And. Wait. Micchin furrowed her brow (which ended up looking a bit like a frown, although a concentrating sort of frown) and looked more closely at the girl. She looked familiar. Any further pondering was put on hold, though, as Micchin tried to figure out what she'd just been offered.
"The Cha-sonnu of bums?" She tried, face twisting in confusion and distaste over the clumsy foreign words; was that French or some shit? "Uh. I'm sure they're delicious, but... what are they?"