[He shrugs and then pretends to focus on his ice cream, but when Wolfram comes over to his side and seats himself right on his lap he looks up again and cocks an eyebrow.
Help him win? Now that's just not fair.
...But the prospect sounds kind of fun. And, because of this event, it also sounds like a good idea. To hell with being in public; they should totally do this right here and right now.
So he chuckles softly before he brings a hand up to gently push the spoon to the side.]
You've already finished more than me anyway. Can't I just call you winner by default?