[ Well, if she wasn't sure before, she is now. The look on his face is more than enough for that. That blend of childlike curiosity and the need to double check, to make sure he's not imposing, makes her think of Prompto. Children are probably not a thing that's going to happen for them and she doesn't mourn that, but the thought's enough to make her at least want to do one good thing for this kid. ]

I try to limit myself to one a day, and just the ones who look like lost puppies. Keeps costs down. Anyway, you've probably got questions, right?

[ Everyone has questions. Answers are limited. But she figures that's enough, and leans over the counter to order a reuben, a cherry soda, and "whatever the kid's having" before leaving him to it and settling at a table. If he stays, he stays. If he leaves... well, it's a mess narrowly avoided and she should probably feel relieved instead of feeling anxious about it. ]