[ ...Hm. Usually that works to at least get a face, she figures; she can't help but pout a little, deflating from the lack of a response. But just as quickly, she's handing Dia her clean plate to dry off before taking another. Things like this always work better in a system, and as easy as it is for Mari to channel her energy into nonsense, she's always been a force to be reckoned with when she puts her mind to something, even when they were kids.

Besides, it's probably better for Dia to stick to toweling them off; it might be bad if she put her hands back in the hot water. We wouldn't want those lovely fingers of hers to get burned. ]

If you don't eat something, you'll starve, though! If I know you, Dia,[ and she certainly does ] you've probably barely eaten a thing all day. And I can't let you go to bed hungry, I won't allow it! I'll make sure you eat myself if I have to! Even if it's just whipped cream!

[ If the implication of that doesn't get her, she can't imagine much else will. Where'd all of that tact from earlier go..? ]