[After her exit, he stretches his arms out once more, then heads on over to the bathroom to wash his face of drool and any heavy emotions he may have leftover.
Now that he's washed up and dried off, he makes his way over to the kitchen. Turns out he did want to have one of those cupcakes before dinner, after all.]
I'm coming for the kill, and put an end to the life of a boozed cupcake. Do you want to assist? You can be the partner in crime.