Marek generally had a very healthy appetite, especially for breakfast. Had he known the breakfast was going to be a pastry, he'd probably have eaten something before picking her up for their date, but he didn't really need brain food for today the way he did when he was working. And he could always help her work up an appetite so that they were hungry at the same time, if it came to that.
He grinned at her over his croissant when she laughed at his pronunciation, not minding that at all. "Cornetto," he tried again. "Yeah. I'd like to." Not that he always minded not knowing what it meant. Because he now associated it with shagging her, the entire language sounded a little bit naughty to him, even when it was used for something as simple as ordering breakfast.