Hunter pauses to look at her when she makes that sound and, ah, it makes sense. His eyes narrow a little and he wipes his hands off on a rag before he goes to the door, “Daeshim! My house, now! Stop dilly dallying!”

Then he calmly wanders back over and searches the freezer, there’s a small carton of strawberry ice cream that he pulls out and opens in front of her, “Let it soften for a few minutes…” and her grabs an orange, a knife and a plate and sets them to the side for when the purple fae decides to join them which better be soon or else he will be going to that treehouse to retrieve him.