For sure, bubbale, I'm outta the homemade ones but we've got store bought.

[It's a familiar process, pulling together the ingredients; Alyssa said dark and he gets out the high content stuff. It isn't until he's halfway through chopping it up that he realizes he's-- that it'll be too bitter, he isn't making this for Rin.

Fuck.

The knife stills on the chopping board for just a few seconds, before he manages to collect himself and go to grab some milk chocolate to balance it out.]

Your cupcake's in the fridge, bee-tee-dubs, the box with your name on it.

[Just gotta play it cool. He's fine.]