[ lavi, quite casually, tilts his head at that. canting it in tune to the rhythm of the continuous melody pressing onwards in the background. before, it suddenly hits him. almost visibly. he perks up. ] How about—

The loser does whatever the winner wants. [ a pause. ] I don't mean anything like that, either. Just— meat sounds like a pretty good request. I just think a dinner would taste better if a cute girl made it, yeah? [ he circumspectly places the term down. initially, he was fully prepared to permit the misunderstandings stack onwards from his original proposal, but considering that this was... an estranged land that operated on terms of physical contact and carnal desires....

he presumes this was permitting the lesser of the evils. though, at her finalzed resolve, he releases an impressed sound. a drawn out syllable, before staring back at the screen with a grin. ] Then you won't mind if I win it? [ is someone being overly confident? maybe. ]