Ace sat at the table, chomping on cake. “Will you eat with your mouth closed?” Riddle scoffed, before taking a sip of his tea. Ace rolled his eyes, making a mocking noise to Riddle.

“Do you hear this?” Ace laughs. “Hey! Hey! Look!” He exclaims, putting whipped cream on his nose, along with a cherry. He chuckles, before speaking, “I look like a—“

“Imbecile.” Riddle interrupts, angrily. “You look like an imbecile. So, just drink your tea and shut up.” Riddle tells him, sternly. Damn.