As soon as Makoto's fingers were interlocked with hers, she smiled and shook her head, pulling her over towards one of the tables for guests, tugging lightly on her hand.

"Mako, Mako, Mako," she chastised before pulling up the table cloth and pulling out a plate of goodies and holding them up to the auburned-haired girl. "Pretty sure means to ME 'why no, Usagi, I didn't eat,' cause if you can't remember if you ate, you absolutely didn't... even if you did. Here, have some desserts before we head home. Say aaaah!" she held up a brownie bite.