A slight look of dismay appeared on Damon's face. Shit. Spilled chocolate... Then he quickly remembered, chill out Smart Guy. Chocolate's abundant here.
He took a breath. "Shit. Sorry about the splatter." He was actually surprised the white-haired woman didn't suddenly berate him.
He took the plate over to the table and sat down. He then took another bite of the sandwich; thankfully no molten deliciousness squirted out all over the place. He moaned in approval, chewed it slowly, and then swallowed.