Go ahead, I'll take the knowledge that you're not actually totally unflappable over chocolate any day.

[ She's counting this as a win and frankly its made her day. Despite his threats they're basically done anyway? Maki puts the molds on a tray and shoves the stupid things in the fridge, feeling super relieved when they're finally out of her face. ]

You can't complain about how they taste since you helped make them.