And presently there are sandwiches. Isabella's bracelets pay for these too; if Serah has her own set she didn't bring them. Isabella catches Serah up with what she's been doing in the months intervening her last visit to the Eyrie, and Serah catches Isabella up right back. Serah's time has apparently been consumed with preparing with the Eyrie choir group she belongs to for the next Gloria.
They finish their sandwiches. Serah has just remembered that she's signed up for harmonics any minute now, so Isabella takes her up the mountain first.
Isabella's back at the sandwich shop a moment later. "Micaiah?" she calls. "Where'd you go?"
Well. She looks at her arm, and turns slowly in place, and goes in the brightest direction.
"There you are. Did you find something else you want?" Isabella asks.
"Okay. Back up to the Eyrie, then? Serah's harmonics start any minute now, we can sit and listen - she's got a wonderful contralto."
"Ow!"
"What is that?" Isabella asks, re-situating him in her arms and retrying takeoff.
"...You told me you didn't find anything else you wanted," she says slowly.
She puts him down and takes his hand and marches him back to the kiosk. "Is this where you got it?" she asks him.
The man blinks. "What was it?"
"Show him, please, Micaiah," says Isabella tightly.
"Thank you for understanding," she replies. And, still holding Micaiah's hand, she turns back the way they came. "So. You can keep that."
Isabella covers her eyes with her hands. "What were you - no, you weren't thinking, you said. Why weren't you thinking?"