Just as pleasant as the scent of sweets is the tinny sound of bells as the young woman peruses the munchy merchandise. There's some hunger in Sakuya's gut as she browses, but of course. But stronger than that is the shine in her eyes. These prices...!
"Hmmm... hmhmhm... oh! Hello there~!" Her drawling welcome is made when proprietress makes an appearance, as if she wasn't the customer in the equation. Yet to be seen. "Just taking a look around here at all you've got. It all looks so tasty though. What would you say... is the MOST popular thing you sell?"
Hmm? Mmmhmmmm, oh, she gets it. From the very first hit of that welcoming, customer-service sweetened coo to the glimmer in said patron's eye— Honey could recognize a look like that from miles away. And yet, it changes very little in her own approach: emerging from the kitchen with her typical brightness, some baubles on her outfit jingling as hands excitedly clasp near her chest.
❝ Hello-hello to you, sweetness! welcome, welcome~ ❞ she makes sure her hands are free from any sugar or spices with another quick swipe along her apron, moving out from behind the counter as she did. it's a quiet moment in the shop, after all; no harm in being a bit more personable. ❝ And thank you; it's, like, my solemn guarantee that everything is at least as delicious as it looks. But as for the biggest crowd pleasers? ❞ she pauses just long enough to raise her finger, swiveling it around until she found her target, and pointed thusly: ❝ Everyone loves a good pain au chocolat; buttery layers of pastry with rich semi-sweet chocolate layered in? how could you not?— and I have plenty of loyal folks who come back for the yakgwa and half-moon rice cakes; those're my, like, time-honored specialties. ❞
❝ but, like, you don't have to just take my word for it: do you want to try them? ❞