It wasn't a hundred, but he nodded. “I take twenty four dem,” he said deciding not to be rude by taking them all.
“Twenty four,” Todd repeated surprised.
“He da big man,” Louis said.
“Even at half price that's –”
Louis waved his hand in front of him and shook his head. “You cannot put a price on dis behemoth's appetite trust me.”
“Ok, twenty four cup cakes with sprinkles,” he declared. Heading to the back to start putting sprinkles on them he heard tapping on the glass causing him to stop. As he looked at Louis he saw him now hunched over the showcase. “Anything else?” Todd asked just in case.
“Better give me ... umm,” Louis contemplated while still tapping his fingers on the counter feverishly. Doing the math inside his head he finally decided to make it easy. “Better give me, half-dozen of every-ting you got. I might need to come back later d-ough.”
Todd now thought the Cajun was screwing with him. “Seriously?”
Checking himself over Louis realized he may look like a vagrant ordering a couple hundred dollars in cakes and thought it might be coming across odd. “I can pay.”
“That's a lot of food.”
“Big job, big appetite boy,” he said. Thinking about it he could also see how someone might think he might be screwing with them.
“I just don't want to get it all boxed up and rang up and it's-”
“So long to da queer and I go running down da-street waving my hands and making da misère - laughing me-ass off.”
He couldn't help, but start laughing since Louis could not have made the word Queer sound any less offensive. “Something like that,” Todd said pulling boxes up for the desserts.
“I understand Cher, lotta money,” he said setting his wallet on the counter. “Ring dem up, I insist.”
“No, no, no, it was terribly rude of me,” Todd said waving the whole thing off and returning to boxing six of everything else.
“You sure? Cause I understand,” he said wanting him to feel comfortable.
“No sir, please accept my apologies,” Todd said. He began grabbing cookies, Naomi bars, and croissants then éclairs. Then lady fingers, coffee cakes and carrot cakes, banana breads, muffins and brownies then paused. Peering over the counter at Louis who was still looking at all the different food he hesitated asking, but didn't want to assume. “Even the squares?”
Louis nodded. “Of everything,” he said starting to get hungry.
Stopping and realizing that the little gourmet bags were not going to cut it since they only held two boxes. This meant Louis would be carrying forty of them and dropping them all over the street. Can't just throw them in a garbage bag, Todd thought. He started to look for bigger boxes to put everything in, which didn't seem to exist. Their customers usually didn't buy in bulk. Looking for something more appropriate he came across a bunch of grocery bags all bundled up into a ball, but thought that wouldn't be right. Moving some junk that didn't even look store related he found a whole stack. “Gotcha fuckers.”
“Sorry, I didn't hear ya,” Louis said even though...