Ariadne & Leonard Snart
He was quick on his feet, she'd definitely give him that. Ariadne was curious to see which one he'd choose instead and she was surprised to learn that he preferred things cold. "Macaroons can be cold, I suppose. I've usually had them at room temperature, but I'll tell you what. I'll take some home with me and stick them in the fridge and I'll let you know how they taste." That would be a fun experiment to try and although she fully realized that her life was dull if putting pastry in the fridge was considered fun, she didn't really care.
"My name is Ariadne and I'm more than legal. I'll be twenty-eight at the end of the month," she offered, more intrigued now about the whole terribly wicked man part. He did look a bit like he could be a man with a rough past, but that didn't necessarily mean anything to her because of her associations with Eames, Arthur and Cobb. None of them were particularly perfect, though she'd probably put Leonard more in line with Eames.
"I think avoiding children is a smart idea, especially where water guns are involved. Might need to avoid some of the adults, too. Tend to act like children." She pointed to a blond man running after some toddlers with a water gun to illustrate her point. "So, Leonard. Just how wicked are you?" Ariadne asked as she turned her attention back to him. Maybe the party wouldn't be such a waste of time after all.