When she wound up with the whipped cream on her nose again, Sougo just had to bite back a sound that almost sounded like a laugh. Almost. "You're pretty hopeless, aren't you? Can't even drink cocoa without making a mess everywhere. I'm surprised you can even eat in public. I really should get you a bib for Christmas..." he walked over to where she kept her napkins, finally removing the cream from his own nose before dropping it in the garbage.

Then, he took it upon himself to have a seat at the kitchen table, plopping down into the chair unceremoniously and setting the cocoa in front of himself. He leaned forward just to bite a mouthful of cream off the top and make a pretty sizable dent in the whipped cream mountain -- at least enough so that he could drink it without getting it everywhere. And the best part always was when most of the cream melted into the cocoa and made it so rich and frothy.