Caro shifts over just enough that she doesn't feel like she's ignoring Sado, who is now making his way back to the low wall with a handful of food. Thanks for ducking, Ichigo. Now it's easier to mess with your hair. He's not even that tall, but you don't have to be to be taller than her. In any case, she'll just... graze his scalp with her nails a little, now that she's got this better angle. Instead of just floofing his dumb floofy hair.

"I dunno," she says around a mouthful of biscuit, "think he could ever top that?" She pauses to consider. "I guess he could throw up on Trinket's shoes." Okay, that would be hilarious. She'd probably pay money to see that, if she had any.

"He could fall off the stage," Sado adds helpfully. ...That too.