Laharl was cringing on the inside... well maybe a little on the outside too. He hadn't wanted her to find out YET that they had brought her something, dammit. Argh, this was NOT going to plan! Not that he'd had one, but that was beside the point. This was definitely not how it was meant to go. Etna was meant to apologize first, THEN he'd give her the dessert. Leave it to Flonne to mess this up.

"No! She didn't drag me anywhere," Laharl snapped, before he blinked a moment at Etna then the bench. Huffing slightly, he awkwardly stepped over and plopped down.

Well, seemed there was no getting out of this now. Laharl glanced at Etna, before quickly looking away, as he all but shoved the packaged up dessert at her.

"Here. Now we're even."