[ He was ill-prepared for Xiao to do this. And he was not sure how to react. And he couldn't hide the embarrassment that settles into him so deeply that Venti considered briefly that his hair might end up being pink permanently. His brain is racing but he can't seem to think of a proper way to get back at him.

Wait - does he really need to get back at him. Shouldn't he just...you know, enjoy this? Despite his embarrassment, he should and does like it.

But oh boy is he staring. His eyes are locked on, and he periodically pops his own into his mouth, though at this point it's so it doesn't melt on his hand because he caught himself letting his eyes linger. ]

H-uh. I'm glad you like it, Xiao.

[ Being a bard short on words sure is weird, huh. ]

It seems like you're enjoying it. That's uh - a good technique.

[ Venti, no. ]

I mean with eating the popsicle.