Valentina shook her head sadly and murmured under her breath something along the lines of Sad,sad, little ducky. Pouring the chocolate into a large white drinking cup from afar it was then topped with a scoop of whipped cream and sprinkled with more shaved chocolate and spices.
Once upon a plate the steaming mass was placed in front of him with a spoon. Hands came to rest on her hips proudly for a moment, seemed to transition out of constant movement before another thought stopped her. "Oy!" And she hurried back into the kitchen to the sound of many cabinets opening and slamming shut until she reappeared with a smaller plate of shortbread fingers and biscotti.