Harima chuckled softly and watched her, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Are you a mind reader or something? I don't remember telling you I liked meat and potatoes."

...It hadn't come up in conversation at all, as far as he could remember. Discussions about food had come up before, as it inevitably does whenever Napoleon gets involved, but it was never about personal preferences.

He shook his head-- it was a rhetorical question, intended as a joke to ease the tension in the room-- and leaned in again for another kiss.

A proper one, this time.