Swallowing, he raised his hand above her mouth, doing the same as before, as if his finger were a can of whipped cream itself. Snickering as it dribbled down the side of her mouth, he turned his attention back to the ice cream. “I suppose it’s all perspective,” he shrugged, “Because I think I’m hilarious all the time,” gaze finding a passing civilian below, he promptly tied the laces of their shoes together before summoning a lovely puddle of mud in front of them to collapse in. Discord gave the scene a smug smile before digging back into the ice cream enthusiastically. “Mmhm. Perspective,” a nod, “See, we’re all the way up here,” he gestured out in front of them, “We have a wonderful advantage, yes?” He grinned and nudged her arm.