[Namur squints more than usual, lifting up the blindfold and getting painful rays of so much light in his eyes. But he needs to help so he'll deal with it. Or, well, he's reaching out to help deal with it, but she throws the glob and sits up instead, meaning he just gets a handful of cold, syrupy stomach and blushes.]

Ain't like I done it on purpose, dumbass! Shit.

[He takes a swipe at her face, to rub off some of the watered down syrup.]

Ain't got no kinda voice or nothin' so how the hell'm I s'posed t' know when it's gonna fall?