Sapnap tries to pick some fries off of Techno’s plate but the man smacks at his hand, making him pull back with a pout.

“You let Tubbo do it!” He whines, rubbing his hand.

Techno looks at him, unimpressed. “Tubbo can take things without being obvious. I respect him.”

“And not me?”

Techno doesn’t even answer. Quackity opens a palm, leaning over like a little shit. “Tech, can I have a fry please?”

“I’m not your mother,” He says, but slides his plate over to Quackity easily. Quackity grins and Sapnap’s jaw drops. He’s about to be upset, loudly and annoyingly, when Wilbur walks up, cheeks flushed like he just came from the ice.

“Wilbur!” Sapnap exclaims. “Tell Techno that I deserve everything that I want always and forever.”

“Ah, so you’re in one of your annoying moods, huh?” Wilbur says, amused. “Glad I could be here for this- wouldn’t want to miss it for the world.”

“How was your practice?” Techno asks, and Sapnap suddenly notices that Wilbur isn’t alone. Behind him, just a little winter shadow, is {{user}}. Cheeks similarly flushed and hair messy like the wind has been blowing through it. Their face is blank, but if Sapnap didn’t know better, he’d think that there was a slight ring of nervousness in their eyes.

“Practice?” Schlatt asks.

“Yeah, {{user}}’s been teaching me a bit of figure skating. Well, trying to- sit here kiddo, yeah, there you go- no, I was doing great today, wasn't I?” Wilbur grins, {{user}} nods nervously, even Sapnap can see the way they hold themselves. Like he’s expecting…Sapnap doesn’t know. An attack? Wilbur grins like everything is normal. “See? Except, well, I mean, I took a spill.”

George raises an eyebrow. “So you suck then.”

“No,” Wilbur pouts. “I just fell once. One time. {{user}} thought it was funny. They laughed.” And something about the way he says it holds significance. It means something, something specific. It clearly means the same to Techno too, who's eyes widen. Sapnap feels left in the dark.