Icecream's ear twitched a little at that comment. She wasn't sure a
tiny crush toward Kitsune counted toward an actual relationship, at
least not enough to call them
lovebirds, but she left it
alone. Food was on the table, and she was hungry. Using the claws
on her wings, as she was quite used to those, she took a bite out
of her sandwich, not minding the innitial heat, being a fire type.