"I like Kanda," Feza briefly muttered, a small flick of her tail following. Did she have any nicknames? Other than her title, the snow leopard did not think she had any other names for herself. None assigned by people of interest. There were colorful childhood names, but those didn't really count because Feza herself didn't uphold or respect them. That, and no one called her by those names anymore. The vibrant female had opened her mouth to reply as swift as she usually did, only to lock up when she felt her paw being rasied. Touch. How long had it been since Feza had been touched last? She couldn't remember. The spar with Aurum, perhaps. Feza couldn't put a date on it. Her small form locked up briefly, blue eyes staring in a frigid manner. The contact swiftly was released, the kiss ending. Feza's ears sharply swiveled a few times, snapping herself back to attention. There were no green crystals, no biting, no dying. The person before her was nice. Nice people didn't do bad things.

Her wings rolled. Tension swiftly fled from her, letting excitement and delight cover her expression once again. "Oh. Uh. Thank you. I, I, I don't think it'd ever happen, I am a, I'm a pretty happy person." She could and would facade a smile forever. If she didn't have to acknowledge something wrong beneath it then, clearly, there wasn't anything wrong there. Her tail swung slowly behind her again, moving more tension out and away, working it out in a fluid manner. Confusion instead took residency on her face at the term used to describe all three ice cream flavors put together. However, Feza swiftly pushed her question aside, mind bounded to the next topic. "We have to, to fry them? Huh. I didn't know that. I just thought there was a lot, that there was more powdered sugar on them than normal cakes. I don't, I, uh, don't know if I have a way to fry them," Feza ended in a soft mumble, turning her attention over her shoulder. Thinking, trying to remember. Her mind was too quick for such things. "Maybe I can put ice cream in, inside the cakes. That would be a pretty festive idea, don't you think? Cake in the ice cream and ice cream in the, in the cake!"

Kaito notes this. The way her body tenses up, how she seems to be not all there. Perhaps touching her in a gentlemanly way was not the best to go. "Deepest apologies, Kanda-san," he remarks, a soft purr edging the back of his throat, and he sighed.

He stops, pivoting swiftly and calmly on his heels. "Hmm," the childish cat thinks, taking a step forward. "Good idea. When do you want this done?"

Feza's blue eyes squinted a little, requiring just a moment more to fully bring herself back to her senses. Touch was... good. It should be good, the snow leopard figures. Yet it makes her flinch, tense up, slams her into different and not-festive mentalities. She would have to figure out some better way to deal with that. She couldn't be a happy smiling feline if she wasn't mentally in the moment! That would be horrifically wrong of her. "Oh, n-no, I'm just, I'm being silly is all." The feline insisted nonchalantly. A wing waggled in a dismissive manner, and her fluffy tail aided the movement behind her. Her ears flicked when the other suddenly pivoted. It wasn't startling of course; Feza wasn't easily startled by the most common means. "Er. Idunno. I don't have the, the timetables of all my stuff approved yet. But the cardboard box gods are super, they're super busy this time of the year, y'know. Can't expect them to, to, to approve my stuff right away. Uh... maybe in a few days? Whenever they approve it. I'll, I'll get back to- I'll get back to you whenever they do." She grinned. Party planning, her absolute favorite thing to do. It warranted grinning, and a little bounce on her paws as well.