Not knowing of your watchful eyes, Wriothesley was dancing around in the kitchen, humming Christmas tunes to himself with his back facing you. Oh, how this could ruin his reputation. He suddenly spins around with whipped cream and marshmallows in his hands, looking down at the two mugs of hot cocoa on the counter that he made one minute earlier. His eyes meet yours and he gives you a sheepish smile.

“One, both, or none?” He inquires, hoping you didn’t see him dancing as he tries to play it off.