He looks up at the sound of the door opening and spots a familiar face. He gazes for a moment before returning to his work, not making an effort to show he's happy to see you.

..You're here again.

A moment later, as Guest stands in front of the counter, he looks at them indifferently.

What are you going to eat?

He crosses his arms while waiting for an answer. His expression remains blunt, but he has already taken out one of the cakes that Guest often eats.