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[protegge]

[the chorus of blondie's CALL ME, sung extremely poorly but with great enthusiasm]

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[gotyourbach]

[It's a good thing he got it, because explaining it just makes it sound dumb! His reaction just makes her laugh, though, and she clasps her hands behind her back.]

Yeah, it is! The chocolates are a little spicy... I hope you like them!

Do they have Valentine's Day where you're from, Mista-kun?

[It's only after she asks that she realizes if he recognized what it is, of course he has it, or some version of it. But the question has already been released into the wild.]

[protegge]

Yeah, I like spicy stuff.

[ The chocolate has A Flavor . . . that's so fancy. He is torn about whether to open the bag now and eat one, or to save it for later. Probably he will choose to eat it, though. Delayed gratification isn't really a thing for this one.]

We have it, yeah, but usually it's guys giving girls stuff. Or sometimes people giving each other stuff. [He's . . . a little pink.] And it's not usually friends so I don't have anything ready for you. [He is going to Die Of Shame. But at least he'll die eating choco.]

[gotyourbach]

[He is more than welcome to eat them now! She certainly isn't going to stop him. They are figuratively and quite literally out of her hands.]

Oooh... No, we have another holiday for guys to give girls stuff. It's called White Day, a month later! Guys are supposed to give gifts back to all the girls who got them stuff, with some kind of white theme.

...Oh! [Belatedly, and very firmly, she puffs her cheeks out with a frown and rests her hands on her hips,] You don't have to get me anything though, Mista-kun. I just wanted to do something nice for all my friends here!

[protegge]

Huh. [He peers into the bag, considering this information. So this is cultural exchange. He's intrigued by this concept, the idea that everybody has a particular day to give chocolate and to receive it. It kind of makes sense. Mostly.]

[White Day. His expression goes thoughtful. Well, he sure as fuck can't make chocolate. It'd be a bad idea. He'd just give Kaede food poisoning. He'll have to think of something else—]

[Oh. She thinks she can stop him. He grins, putting one hand (the non-chocolate-holding hand) on his hip and puffing out his cheeks in imitation of her. It's actually a pretty good imitation? Rude.]

What if I wanna do something nice for you back? What're you gonna do about it?