Mitch shrugged his shoulders at her question. He had always been partial to darker colors, greens probably being more preferred despite the fact that navy blues often brought out his eyes. In actuality though, it wasn't a color at all that he preferred. "I like black and greys best," he confirmed. Nothing that special to reveal. And he hesitantly nodded in agreement to the dinner plans. He knew that he had suggested basically that before, but now it seemed possibly uncomfortable. "That works for me. You at least need to eat something on Christmas. Hopefully they'll have something good on the menu."
The idea of Grigg having his own friends was a bit laughable, but he was a Hufflepuff. The house of loser with few exception. They were always fairly forgettable, and Grigg was likely twice as much so as the rest. Perhaps if they did bury him no one would ever even miss him. Mitch lightly laughed to himself at the idea, only for it to be ripped away from him as she took back the cookies. Confused and grabbing to take the plate back again, he never saw the trip coming. And straight into the snow he went. It wasn't the fall that hurt so much as it was the sudden sting of cold snow on his face.
He didn't question where it had come from, or if it was an oddly timed accident. Her answer wouldn't really matter to him. Cookies be damned. That act was not going to fly at any time, he didn't care what she was holding. The sweets would just have to be sacrificed for the sake of revenge. Sitting up, he rolled a his hand into the snow and flung a handful at her. After what she had most recently put him through, if he got pneumonia he was taking her down with him.