[ A brave robot whirrs up between them, waving its arms stiffly in an attempt to peacekeep. Ema ignores it, locking eyes with Klavier over its head. She cares much less than him about looking perfect, so she'll just keep on being here looking like pie Braveheart. ]

Oh, there's a method to my madness. A scientific method, of course.

[ Of course...... but she doesn't feel like explaining herself to him, so rip. ]

I don't care how long you've been here — you've been way too chummy with me. It's weird. You should know how I feel about you, and if there's one thing you usually have in spades, it's tact.

[ Tact, not to be confused with subtlety. Klavier Gavin is not subtle, oh goodness no. ]

And charging at me with a pie? With all these people watching? You'd never tarnish your reputation like that.