"It is the first word in the name," Lila replied with a hint of a smile. "Or somewhere in there, depending on what you've decided to name it." Hot Chocolate Rumchata. Or Rumchata with Hot Chocolate. Or Hot Rumchatolate. She didn't much care. She could feel the heat through the mug and she wrapped her hands tightly around it, counting in her head until it reached an unbearable heat and forced her to let go. Thirteen. Not bad. The skin of her palms felt tight and tingly, but that meant she was feeling something. Then she remembered her manners. "Thanks for this."
The hot chocolate was still too warm so she leaned back, watching Ava instead. "Why haven't you done this before?" She seemed old enough to have life experiences, after all.