Rikka, meanwhile, had put two and two together. She knew - knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt - these things would be trouble. But if she just threw them overboard, they'd probably come back somehow... hmm. Maybe if she found a way to get them out of the way without actually getting rid of them? Inspiration striking, she'd run into the market and traded some of her remaining coin for a small leather pouch, presently secured to her side. She'd then painstakingly gone through the bowl looking for anything she badly wanted not to happen, and pulled out those hearts, dropping them into the pouch. The urge to eat one is rising sharply, but... this was for all their safety, right? The fact that her back wasn't aching every time she reached for the bag helped immensely; Tear was very, very good at what she did, and while she'd seen the scar that she'd probably have for a good long while, if not forever... she didn't mind so much. The only people that would ever see that spot on her back wouldn't care, except maybe to worry after her.

And then she noticed Mana swinging by, and in her shock and her panic to make sure she'd done the job, her attention shifts for just one moment, and her hand in the (visibly diminished) bowl picks up a candy and pops it into her mouth while she's not paying attention. There's an audible crunch just as she realizes it's happened, and she doesn't even know what was written on it. Which is a problem. But first, after pulling the drawstring on her pouch shut...

"Hi, Mana. Everything in order?"

She feels her entire body tense. Had Mana already gotten to the candy bowl before she'd managed to dig through it? Had the heart she'd already popped been something unforgivable? Normally the messages on these were pretty tame, she remembered, but... this bowl had been unforgiving in its goal: bonding the close even closer together. If in some very, very strange ways. (Rikka? Lay off the romance novels. They have no knowledge value and give you bad ideas.)