"Whatever way you look at it, it's a good thing, right?" Valeria asked, waving her hand, "So it doesn't even matter why I'm doing it as long as I do it well."

Valeria really did want to save people(who weren't obnoxious stupid jerks), but... well, to put it simply at least she felt her chief goal was spiting her father. Though deep down... maybe saving people was higher? Not that she would ever admit it. Regardless, at the moment she was looking over the menu very deeply. As she expected, the main dish of a patisserie was the cakes. Their other fair sounded fine, but the cakes were the main draw of the place. And there were so many... so many cakes that sounded delicious... the small girl was finding her eyes shining as she read each of the names.

"It looks... it looks..."

It was around then the waiter arrived. Valeria's head snapped up.

"I'll have a chicken sandwich and [i]ALL OF THE CAKES![/i]"