"C'est magnifique," Amélie replied maybe a little fast as she pretended she didn't hear that tone in Sombra's voice. "Of course. I did make it," she added on to make sure it was the whipped cream they were talking about.

Handing Sombra's mug over, Amélie took a sip of her own... and ended up with some of the cream on her nose. She wiggled it in discomfort, eyes warning Sombra to not say a word about it, before wiping it away with a knuckle. The chocolatey concoction was quite rich and delicious, Amélie sinking back into the couch comfortably.