Oh? Why do you think that?

[Her book hides the devilish smile that turns up the corners of her mouth as she calmly turns a page. Suffer, Tidus. SUFFER.]

Surely you would not be so thoughtless as to help yourself to the food I purchased with the wages I risked my life to earn, would you?

[Her German accent is just as strong as it ever was, her dark eyes briefly flicking toward him, then back to her book.]

I would be quite cross if that were the case.