Of course she'd fixate on sandwiches. Kristoff can't stop the smile on his face, his hand squeezing hers gently in his own as she listed all the things she could get. There's a soft sound of amusement that comes out when her stomach growls before he can stop it and he gives a small shake of his head. She was certainly able to force her usual personality into full gear even in the face of danger.

There's a muttered thanks as he goes in through the door, turning to face her so he doesn't lose his grip on her hand and he gives a gentle tug to pull her in after him. Sven is, at least, smart enough to stay outside, plopping himself down on the sidewalk and staring at the townspeople as they walk by with extreme interest.

The smells of the bakery are already wonderful and mouthwatering and Kristoff can't help but forget how skeptical he was of the food here just a few minutes ago. Just like Sven, he's gotten too focused on his own empty stomach, not having realized just how famished he was until this moment.

"You're a genius, you know."