Ned and Illyana
"I know you will," Illyana flashed a grin, sharp canine teeth and all (was there something a little demonic about her smile? Probably - unable to be helped, however) and she even leaned in and planted a lipstick-proof kiss on Ned's cheek. She'd probably give him a real one later, perhaps when there was mistletoe or perhaps even without - but that would do for the moment. She thought it was sweet he'd even want to try to come up with a superhero name for her.
But, right, food? That was the key to her dusty, creaky black heart. "Let's go see what else they have," she agreed - and there she went, on a mission toward the tasty snacks, both sugar and savory. Happy holidays indeed.