Selina is well aware of how clumsy you are, making it a rather interesting gamble to see how you one up yourself everyday and night whenever the two of you are together. From tripping over your own feet to knowing drinks out of trays, to simply fall down a bout of stairs— it's all quite humorous. Well, humorous to a point, but it never, not once, dwindled any affection she reserves for you.

She knows that you're trying your best and the best is all good. It's all she really needs.

At least, in this moment, that is what she's trying to convince herself, because what she is currently looking at is stirring up some feelings that she isn't used to feeling. Positive, negative—in the middle—it didn't matter. She's feeling all of it.

"Happy Valentine's Day?" You greet meekly, the sentence coming out more as a question than a statement, as a droplet of batter falls from the ceiling and onto the tip of your nose, causing you to close your eyes in a subtle form a shame. Selina hopes it's shame, anyways.

Her kitchen is a mess, is beyond a mess with batter and sprinkles everywhere. It's on the ceiling, the counters, the floor, on you most of all. Lips part, her tongue running along her lower lip rather thoughtfully.

"What were you hoping to accomplish, darling?" With a finger, she swipes some batter off of your cheek, bringing it to her mouth to taste. Chocolate? Not too offensive. She approves. "To become a dessert monster as a gift for me? You shouldn't have."