[Albert nearly chokes at the implication, though it is a bit exaggerated as he clears his throat behind a fist.]

At any rate, we should depart. The salespeople are looking at me rather intently.

[He bows a quick, polite goodbye to the staff, then settles delicate fingers on Mitsuki's shoulder, a suggestion meant to steer him toward the door, which Albert is equally politely opening and ushering him through.]

I'm afraid I don't know much about this place--certainly no more than anyone else--but I believe somewhere to eat shouldn't be too hard to find.