Isaiah removed a pouch of coins from inside of his shirt and placed it in front of the girl. "I'll have a dozen sweet rolls." A very well kept secret about Isaiah was his almost child-like love of sweet rolls. Ever since he had eaten one after being found all those years ago he had been obsessed with them. Sometimes he had eaten them in place of entire meals, and had concocted plans to steal them from the kitchen that would put even the most master thieves to shame. Buying a dozen for one person might've seemed odd to someone else, but he'd probably be done with them all in about ten to fifteen minutes. Even now he struggled to hide the glee he was feeling. "Um please?" he said in a weak attempt to remain formal.