Lisa waved off the promise to be a 'proper' customer with a dismissive, but friendly air, then reached across the counter she was seated at. She produced an opened Caramello bar, of which only one piece had been broken off and consumed- by her. The rest was still in the wrapper. Lisa offered it to him.
"Creepy Joe over there doesn't seem to care what I eat here- and since it's mine-" She flashed him a small, kind smile. "I can share without the guilt."