Some of us already are used to it. So, if we're gonna have a tab, it shouldn't be at the restaurant. Save it for alcohol.

[ Makoto is already slipping back into being short with him. But it's once again because of an annoying weed. Yet if Laurent saw him around town earlier he knew how he'd been all friendly smiles then. They'd been genuine, but not like this. The work is tiring and he'd walked everywhere today. He just doesn't have the energy for more than bluntness anymore. He wants a nap.

The weed comes free and Makoto tosses it with a sigh as he passes Laurent to skip to the other side. It puts them face to face across a row of weeds, shirt only a little oversized. Just enough when he leans over if Laurent is sitting tall enough. But Makoto looks at him after pulling the weed in front of him. He removes one glove, to shove his hair back with a clean hand before resting his chin on that palm.

He's hungry. But also too tired to cook more than one meal or give up half his crops because Laurent ate out too much.
So, with only a little bit of a grumble, he asks-- ]

What do you want to eat, then? Pick something that doesn't take forever.