[ Yoink. Vriska tugs on his arm so she can maneuver him just so, and then make herself perfectly comfortable against him. It's as imperious and bossy as anything she ever does, but fond, too. His comment just gets her to lift her brows at him. ]

Oh, I see how it is. I'm just getting your leftovers! What a shitty gift. You've pretty much just guaranteed your own fate of chocolatey death.

[ It says a lot that when she was young, and still alive, she genuinely would have been insulted. But now she's just teasing. She's got the egg out by now and is considering it, turning it this way and that. ]

What do you even do with one of these things? Just bite right into it? [ A beat, and: ] Oh man, it would be so awesome if there was something inside.