Looking around, Cloud frowned in thought. Taking one of the few free chairs still scattered around otherwise occupied tables didn't seem fair. A glance down at the table and he grimaced a little.

"... not sure how clean it is, but if we... don't use the table, you could put it there?"

It didn't look very dirty, but who knew. There was a dusting of powdered sugar from his own careful picking from the funnel cake, but that could be brushed off.