[Ragna has to wonder the same thing, especially when Mitsunari chooses not to make a fuss over everything he says or does. They seem to have buried the hatchet for good and he's oddly comfortable with that.

Not so much with the implication that he should do what he's telling him.]

What am I, your slave?

[He lets out a snort. Despite all the evidence to the contrary, Mitsunari isn't a kid. He should be able to handle his purchases on his own.]

'Sides, they're best served fresh. Ain't gonna be that good after a day or two.

[He doubts Mitsunari knows much about how food preservation works, beyond maybe "if it was white and is now green, do not eat it". Ragna figures he wouldn't be happy with cold or moist fries, though, so he makes an offer that could help him avoid the disappointment.]

I could make you some instead.