Tavelon worked his way up the corridor to the food trolley. Luckily there wasn't even a line yet. That was particularly good for Tavelon, as he had the patience of an 11 year old... because he was an 11 year old.

"Um... I was wondering if I could get some stuff for myself and my friends for the trip..." He picked a number of sweets and snacks off the cart and got out his money pouch "How much are they"