Ariadne & Leonard Snart
"The only thing I like in peach is my complexion so your peaches are safe with me, birthday girl."
Leonard decided to snare a blue one for himself. It was a color he was partial to for reasons which were likely cliched and obvious yet didn't stop him from making blue look good.
"Blueberry! Excellent. I'm a fan of anything blue though I will admit I prefer my desserts the way I prefer everything else: cold."
Pastry had never been one of his problematic addictions. He was more inclined towards ice cream, snow cones, and frozen treats from all over the globe. Gelato was a personal favorite which he had been having trouble finding in Madison. Making small talk was annoying for him under ordinary circumstances; wishing someone a happy birthday was a little less mundane than asking about the weather.
"Leonard Snart," he offered along with a very small bow, "What's your name, birthday girl? I know you've got to be legal so I won't worry about whether or not introducing myself will corrupt you. I'm a terribly wicked man. It gives me a reason to avoid dealing with any tiny humans among other things."
Some people loved children. Other people -like Leonard Snart- loved avoiding children.