A/N: I write these drabbles solely from one-word prompts. If you want to try to stump me, or just see what I can come up with, I will take a prompt from every reviewer. My only request is that they are family-friendly, preferably nouns.
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
Spoilers: None.
"Harada-san."
She turned around, her countenance questioning, though the smile never left her face. "Yes, Hiwatari-kun?"
"Why are you not using a spoon?"
She glanced down at her bowl of ice cream and then at her vanilla-coated fingers. A grin spread over her face as she answered, "Well, they weren't prepared, so they ran out of spoons."
"So you are eating it with your fingers."
The obviousness of his statement made his meaning equally plain: he thought she was an idiot. She laughed, picking a clump of her dessert from her bowl, and said with a flick of her head, "I wanted some, and I'm not picky. Do you have a problem with that?"
"What are you going to do when it melts?"
"I'll drink it, of course."
"Hm."
She smiled at him and then scooped a bit more out of her bowl. As he watched her method critically, she pointedly ignored him.
Holding back a sigh, he held out his spoon.
"You can have mine," he offered with a shrug. He had only eaten a little of the ice cream that a girl had shoved into his hands. He did not care much for cold foods and, in his opinion, ice cream was too rich.
He was turned down, however, with a giggle and a shake of the head. "Hiwatari-kun, I wouldn't have thought that of you!"
Confused, he frowned at the spoon in his hand. Another glance at her mirthful face, and he apologized hesitantly. "I'm sorry?"
"Oh, don't worry, I don't mind. Of course you wouldn't think of it like that. Just don't offer it to anyone else, or there's bound to be a cat fight for it." That seemed to strike her as highly amusing and her tinkly laugh rang out again. He only scowled, finally understanding what she meant. He certainly never asked for a fan club.
"Well, I'll see you later!"
Off she went, bouncing happily as she randomly wove her way through the crowds to greet her numerous friends in an exceedingly hyper fashion. He looked down at the spoon in his bowl and wondered how much sugar it would take for him to achieve even a fraction of her giddiness.
Now there was one experiment he did not want to attempt.
A/N: I am sure most of you are aware, but sharing eating utensils, or drinks, etc, is considered indirect kissing. Risa, being romantically-minded, would of course remember that, but Satoshi is much more rational, so he would see a need he can meet, not an implication.