Just then, Celeste Grant turned to the man standing beside her. She pointed at his face, smiled faintly, and said, "You've got some on your face, too."
"I do?"
Javier Sinclair bent a finger and wiped the side of his face. Then, with a wicked grin, he scooped up a handful of flour from the countertop and smeared it right onto Celeste Grant's face.
"Now you've got some, too. It makes you look quite pale."
Celeste Grant: "..."
After a two-second pause.
'That does it. Where's my giant broadsword?'
She swiped a hand across the countertop. "Come on, then! Two can play at that game."
As she spoke, she tried to smear the flour on his face.
Javier Sinclair took a step back, turned, and ran.
"Old Fiend Sinclair, you get back here!"
"Celeste... you need to calm down."
"I have a short fuse, and I can't calm down! I always get my revenge on the spot. Now get that face over here (｀へ´)!"
In the next moment, they both vanished from the spot, one after the other.
