Charlie smiled again. He looked down at the bags then up at her. So, she had money; not that he was overly interested, but it did get him to thinking. He was nice enough not to ask about the money. He'd had his own strange way of coming into money after all.
"Zatanna. Interesting name." He looked around then nodded to a shop. "Want a break from the contributing? The pastries in there are good." It was one of those high end bakeries. The same one he would get "snacks" for himself and his partner on occasion. He would do donuts, but why should he when he could get something so much better?