Lucius sniffed and shifted his cloak. The tables had shreds of lettuce and onion on them, the counter around the register was covered in bread crumbs, and the Muggle serving him was being quite rude.
He rapped his cane against the molding at the bottom of the counter and sneered.
"I said NO peppers. Bloody Muggles." The girl shot him a dirty look and roughly scraped the peppers back into their tub. She folded the sub up and put it on a tray, slapping the tray on the counter and making the register beep.
"That'll be six-oh-five, sir."
Lucius slapped a ten on the counter and took his tray, stalking off to the cleanest table he could find. He propped his cane up against his chair and inspected his sub, before taking a large bite and closing his eyes with glee.
He might hate the bloody Muggles, but he sure loved their subs.