[Tartaglia's eyes shine at the returned compliment, happy that he's made her blush a little. He rests an elbow on the stall, his head resting in his hand as he grins at her cute little wink. He's going to take this little interaction and put it in his back pocket for now, laughing at how she describes their makeup.]

Listen to you, now you're talking my language. I'd hardly expect you to take to thinking about things in that way.

[He says that, but he knows full well he hasn't been shy about how he views the world- and that's exactly the kind of thing he'd say. Yoimiya is a smart one, he'll give her that- playing to his own interests.]

But c'mon. Let's go to the last challenge, it looks like it'll be something simple. I can see the stall over there.

[He inclines his head towards the stall, standing up to lead her over to it, fingers still intertwined as he tugs on her arm gently. There's a lot of little treats on plates, seemingly pre-measured for contestants. He can already tell what this'll be, and he's pretty sure it'll be easy.]