[Kyouko huffs and pouts, reaches up to yank Shiro's hand off of her.]

Don't pat me like that, geez. I'm the one who's supposed to be patting you.

[... Sniff. Oh, goddammit, not again. Kyouko sets her plate aside, uses the collar of her shirt to quickly dry her eyes. Please don't let Shiro have seen that...]

I will, I will. Her birthday's in a few days - Mom's, that is - I'll do it then, okay? It'll give me a few days to think of a plan of attack, and maybe getting her a present will break the ice a little.