If she insisted on paying for something, Marek certainly wasn't going to argue over it. As it was, his instinct was to pay; he wasn't rushing to beat her to the punch, or wanting any recognition for it. He hadn't even really thought about it, he'd just done it.
He took a seat and tentatively took a sip of his coffee. When it didn't burn his tongue, he took a longer sip, enjoying it. It was warm and tasty, and he broke off a piece of his croissant to try that too. "My cornetto, you mean," he said with a grin, trying the Italian word on his tongue. She was right that this was much less than he usually had for breakfast, but if they were spending the day here, he was certain he'd be having something much heartier later on. "And yes, I do. This is delicious."