Octavia stood quietly, listening to the stallion's recommendations. She was a little taken aback by his saying that croissants were 'a personal favorite' and his only brief mention of pretzels, as though for whatever reason he wasn't as fond of them as it would seem.

"I must be honest, I did rather expect you to recommenced pretzels without hesitation, but I suppose that's narrow-minded of me, to assume that even a can't have other tastes then the ones they were gifted with. But, that's not important. The croissant you mentioned does sound appealing, I think I'll have one of those. Oh, and do you have any breakfast teas? No quality pastry breakfast is complete without a nice tea." She asked, smiling warmly. She didn't have terribly high hopes, this didn't seem like the tea sort of place, but it never hurt to ask.