lunch hour ((open))

It was one of those days where Minnie was actually asked to physically show up to the Ministry for work. As a result, they had to get one of the interns to act as her handler for the day to ensure she didn't pocket anything worth more than a basic quill. As it was lunchtime, the poor university-aged intern was able to relax just a tiny bit. Minnie was hoping around the food court figuring out what she wanted for lunch.

"Can I have a large coffee with extra cream and sugar? Some seasoned chips? Oh, oh! I think I want some sushi! Could I get some sushiiii, Mr. Handler! You're a really nice bloke!"

Then her hand tried to dig through his pockets for anything before being swatted away. "Got any pockey change, Mr. Handler, sir? No? Aw!"

She stood near one of the pastry displays eyeing it and her handler, still unable to make up her mind.