Anye might have been joking about other people not knowing what they were missing, but he solidly believed it. In fact, there were a few times growing up when he worried that he was scaring off potential friends for her, what with his... Everything. He never did figure out what actually caused her to not have an overflowing social group, but he was selfishly grateful for it. Still. Someone had to give her shit and it might as well be him, "Probably hang around with the other T-Birds." He gave a half shrug and a snort at his own joke, remembering the shit she gave him after he had mock grumbled through Grease with her and then started wearing leather vests while riding a few years later.
Nick barely had time to relish in the shiver she gave before there was a hand flying towards his face and he was grateful that his body's instincts didn't view her as a threat. Unfortunately, that meant he didn't react other than to sway back, which wasn't enough to stop his beard from getting covered in ice cream. An expression somehow a combination of mirth and scowling on he could manage was turned on her as he ran a hand over it with a grimace, "Man, now my face is gonna be all sticky and sweet smelling all night." Fuck though, he missed her and this. The pain of that wasn't enough to stop him from breaking into a laugh but it was a near thing. This was worth missing the Den for, but he wasn't sure if it would make tomorrow's visit harder or easier on him.