"Much better at hiding underage drinking," Kira agreed, slipping bottles into pockets until he was left with the cake batter. Alcohol, he's found, is maybe the only thing he likes sweet. A lot of good food came out of his mother's kitchen, but nothing much sweeter than almond or red bean paste.

More Unicorn Frappes for Chiyo, at the end of the day.

"So," he asked, promptly putting his feet in Ty's lap and using his teeth to unscrew the cap. "Do I know anyone else at this private school senior blowout, and is one of them going to hit me with a bat in the parking garage, causing you to leave me while I recover my motor skills and promising future in the visual arts?"