"If only," the thought lights a bratty grin, "Then I wouldn't have to listen to that mouth of yours always running."

The free hand slips into a pocket of her hoodie as she continues crunching away, finishing the bar in marathon eater time. A red gaze follows the indicated direction, she interjects the explanation of their mission with a quick Mami-san like chiding, "Mo Sayaka, don't play with your food!" It's about the only manner Kyoko has displayed. In all else it's elbows on the table.

She moves quick to try to snatch at the incoming hand before the poke reaches her, her own, it should be noted - is coated with a fine messy smudge of melted chocolate from the bar she ate. "Who you callin soft, rookie!"