[ With every step Takane takes, Tamaki can feel his throat jump further and further into his throat. Here comes the scolding. And rightfully so, too. Messing up and being reprimanded for it is nothing new for Tamaki and at this point in his life. he's learned to take direction well enough. Despite that, the idea of making a new friend feel uncomfortable and possibly jeopardizing a new connection over some Tentacle Panic was not the way he wanted this to go. Gulping hard at nothing, he shuts an eye, anticipating the worst. Lucky for him, instead of the scenario in his head, he receives a soft pat to his head.

That alone was enough for him to relax (hey, more chroma to gather for snacks, too!), and though it's a bit indulgent, he even crouches to her height and allows her to caress further-- but the gesture of affection is short-lived, and before he can prepare mentally, it's back to the tentacles. ]

Urk--y-yeah. I noticed. Well, if you're fine with it. You look a little feverish, so I was wondering.

[ Better to leave that appendage alone and get back to business. But not before getting his gear first. What gear, you may ask? Well, it can't be anything other than this. Tamaki proudly pulls that out of a vacant pantry and places it on his head, then busies himself with the pudding and boiler. With his back facing Takane, he sets up a plan: ]

So, pudding first, or after?