Well, it -was- in the fridge. *winks at Saerra, whistling cheerfuly while continuing to drizzle chocolate, before deciding he's satisfied and moving to drizzle dulce de leche on him now* I'm sure we can warm you up in no time.<br/><br/>*grins* Slade doesn't especially care about what prisoners do to each other, but he needs something to do, so he's going to throw a quick "break it up, now" in your character's direction.