Amaya. Amaya could blame her. What else was one expected to do with a face full of whipped cream but lick it off? Really, now, what else would she do? Scrape it off with that spoon she'd brought?

"Well, I don't know about that," said Amaya, who was nicely saved from dealing with too obvious a blush this time thanks to the pie, at least, but she gave it a little extra cover with a huff. "I'm pretty sure that's pretty much all the cream."