"Appeasing the spirits of fountains..." The unimpressed look that was beginning to appear on his face fades at the sight of the box Elizabeth offers. His stomach growls in complaint as he looks over the colorful variety she had selected.

"You don't mind?" He figures it's polite to at least ask in that way before reaching into the box. The doughnut he pulls out is obviously made to be stuffed with some sort of cream, and there's sprinkles on top. "What do you think of them so far?"