[Mira’s lips are still flushed slightly red, her eyes glassy with heat and triumph. A faint tremor runs through her hand as she accepts the milk, but her grin—wide, defiant—makes it clear that she’s won. ]
Refining? Pretty sure the only left to do at that point is actually set them on fire.
[She takes a long sip of the milk. Relief floods her expression instantly—shoulders dropping, tension leaking away. She exhales through her nose, eyes half-closing in something like bliss. Then she opens one eye, fixing him with a look equal parts challenge and mischief. ]
Next time, you get it with the special topping first. But they were pretty good.
Always room for improvement. [ He smiles, those small knowing ones of his. He always has a look like everything is going according to his plan, which is easy because he's always winging it. ] Glad to know I've secured a next time.
[ Yamada rarely laughs, he just adds a soft vibrato to his words. He's having fun. ]
And I won't be satisfied until I've made a dish as hot as you are.
[ He winks, timing a flick with the edge of a bowl to make a matching ‘ding’ at the precise moment he does. ]
I think few would mind melting if that's the cost.
[ The warm, laugh-talk continues as he stands, taking her empty bowl with him. A moment later, he's replaced it with another. This one has ice cream, honey and nuts. ]
They say that, but then they break down crying in like thirty seconds.
[Remaining where she was, Mira sipped at the milk. She was going to definitely pay for the way she'd inhaled those, along with the spice, but she'd manage. Though when came back with icecream that was loaded, she was down.]
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Refining? Pretty sure the only left to do at that point is actually set them on fire.
[She takes a long sip of the milk. Relief floods her expression instantly—shoulders dropping, tension leaking away. She exhales through her nose, eyes half-closing in something like bliss. Then she opens one eye, fixing him with a look equal parts challenge and mischief. ]
Next time, you get it with the special topping first. But they were pretty good.
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[ Yamada rarely laughs, he just adds a soft vibrato to his words. He's having fun. ]
And I won't be satisfied until I've made a dish as hot as you are.
[ He winks, timing a flick with the edge of a bowl to make a matching ‘ding’ at the precise moment he does. ]
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[At the statement about making a dish as hot as she was, Mira just rolled her eyes.]
Pretty sure no one would be able to handle something that hot.
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[ The warm, laugh-talk continues as he stands, taking her empty bowl with him. A moment later, he's replaced it with another. This one has ice cream, honey and nuts. ]
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[Remaining where she was, Mira sipped at the milk. She was going to definitely pay for the way she'd inhaled those, along with the spice, but she'd manage. Though when came back with icecream that was loaded, she was down.]
Dinner and dessert, what's this going to cost?