As Noctis expresses concern over Rose's near-death via confectionery hubris, her hacking coughs become laughter (tinged with continued hacking coughs). Rose clutches her belly with one hand, and leans against Noctis's shoulder with her other arm--really, with her tentacles she's not at any risk of losing balance, but human habits die hard. The tears in her eyes stem more from mirth than girth now.

"God, that was so stupid," she says once she catches her breath. "I'm okay, though, Noctis, thank you. Don't worry, I won't throw my life away over a phallic dessert. I have to keep living for Sir Galahaddock's sake."

She's about to agree that they can try something else--maybe hand-holding?--when she registers that Noctis made another suggestion. "Oh. Um. Actually... if you want to switch, my powers of prognostication suggest that could do the trick."

Because Rose would find it really hot.