[ Mitsuki makes a little sound of protest but by the time he's ready to say anything, the funnel cake is already gone. Tamaki...

Instead of scolding him since it's too late to do any good, Mitsuki turns and hauls the last batch of funnel cakes out of the fryer. They look perfect, gold and gleaming, and whenever the actual proprietor of this booth comes back, they should be satisfied. That means Mitsuki's taking the apron off to get out of here. ]

You've been paying with stickers? I'll see what I can do, I've got some money left still but we can't go overboard. Where do you want to go first?