[ Welp, that one makes it in. Maybe it's her mounting annoyance exploding in a little burst over his ridiculous and immature victory, maybe it's because she knows he's doing it because he continues to be bothered by her choosing to be on the Defense Force, or maybe it's because he's disgusting and delectably unfair and she can't stop thinking about him: probably all three. But she doesn't think about any of that in any rational manner, reaching to fish the snack down her cleavage, exhaling short and loud -- but it's futile and she barely wastes a second trying.
No, instead she's forcibly pushing him, legs against his thigh. She moves into his space, reaches for the nuts. ] You tell me.
[ And she's taking a big handful and dropping it into his lap in a yucky, salty, peanut-y mess. ] What about the basics?