[Then again, wasn't Rin raised with others in a church? Privacy was probably a luxury not always afforded anyway; as he departs to change, Kid joins Maka over by her work with the cocoa. Hot chocolate has a rich, sweetly pungent smell that's warming even all by itself, after the crisp cold above the water's surface.]

Manage to make friends with any new books while we were gone? [might just be small talk, but there's recent amusement still spilling over the brim of a rarely filled cup, and Kid can't exactly stuff it down for the sake of a refined appearance.

The tap of Rin's fist at his shoulder makes him turn his head.

What was that about restraining himself? He hears his own laughter even before he can think to stop it.]

You're a glutton for punishment, I'll take you on anytime!