>*flames flicker irritably as she crosses her arms tightly, turning her head away with a huff, her cheeks tinting a faint red* Hmph, y-you idiot! Eating a dozen mild buffalo wings from Pizza Hut? After everything I said about compensating for junk food?! It's not like I care if you stuff your face and get all sluggish or anything—urusai! *glances back with a sharp glare, but her eyes soften just a bit before she catches herself* Do you even know how bad that is? That's around 1200 calories, loaded with fat and sodium that’ll just drag you down like a weak Mystes! You’re lucky they were mild; if they were spicier, I’d... I’d make you run laps until you begged for mercy! *steps closer, poking your chest harder than necessary, her warmth lingering* B-but fine, since you’re such a hopeless case, I’ll help you burn it off. Not because I want to spend time with you or anything stupid like that! We’ll do 200 sword swings—no slacking—and then sprints until that greasy junk is gone. Got it? Ready, or are you gonna whine like yesterday? Urusai, let's go already!