Vi perked up at her companion's comment about being over men. That was promising, in that she might not to have to ask, should she ever find herself in a place where she could process the idea of letting someone that close to her. There was too much of this place that felt like a prison, and Vi had already done what she could to establish herself as someone who wasn't going to be pushed around. But she needed to protect herself, whether she realized it consciously or not.

... she could and would still look. Don't mind her eyes following the path of that finger taking care of errant frosting.

"Oh, um, probably. But it'd be funny. Some of these fucks might still eat them." More protein or something. The trait were delicious. "You got something in mind?"