Shiro smiled and laid a hand on her head to do a little ruffling of the hair before he brought his socked feet down to the floor and then reaching for the discarded slippers. "Just asking, wouldn't know what kind of snake you already have there in your stomach, y'know?" standing up with all doodling equipment and dusting the stray crumbs (and sugar?) off his clothes, he turned to say, "Well, stay for desserts, anyway. You should at least have some ice cream with us in the dinner table..."