Flandre growled again at Colette, irrational anger still seething through her veins. The situation seemed one step removed from her own thoughts, her hard breathing far too close in her own ears. Her eyes flickered between Roderich and Colette, mind buzzing and racing to grip what was happening versus what she was feeling. Finally her eyes landed on the napkin and she breathed in slowly, valiantly attempting to compose herself.

Most of the tension drained from her shoulders and she took up the offered napkin, hands shaking as she delicately wiped the food from her hair and hat.

"An accident?" She grumbled, looking away from Colette. "If it was such an accident then why have an oaf waiting at all?" Anger cooling, she floated back down to the ground; folding the napkin in a triangle and setting it aside. Slowly, her red eyes slid back to Colette and moved past her-- stopping on a cake that had managed to stay intact a few inches from the girl's feet.
Flandre lifted her hand, what seemed like an electric charge building up in her palm, causing a similar force to appear on the cake, crackling wildly before BOOM! Her hand crushed into a fist and at the same instance the cake exploded, erupting frosting and pieces in a splattering mess.

A smile found her lips and she set herself back onto her seat calmly. For just a moment, she felt much better than she had in quite a few days.