[ GASP. Matcha-strawberry. You are forgiven, Miss Tofu Idol. ]

Clearly, c'mon, let's go into the kitchen. I'll get the spoons. And a couple sodas, this needs lots of sugar.

[ He went the fridge to pull out said colas and got some spoons to take to the table, handing one of each to her. At least because it was Iris time he didn't need to worry about any rogue pheromones or his sensitive nose. ]

Soooooo. Who didja kiss?