[Embarrassed, the young grim reaper attempts to conceal the telling flush behind the mug, tipping it to sip its hot contents.

Not that he particularly blames her for her observation; if there's anyone who has ever seen him that delighted about anything, it was likely only the Thompson sisters--and only while he was busy gushing over something especially and unexpectedly symmetrical.]

Rin proved a capable opponent, but truth be told he started it.

[Putting down his mug, he brings up his empty hands.]

Since you weren't able to join us...

[The usual black crackle--and all at once, a sphere of packed snow drops into his palm.]

You can throw this at Rin.

[He kept one, that bastard.]