Chloe beams at him, genuinely pleased to be described as creative in spite of the context. Plus the idea he puts forth is on par with her own ridiculousness that she can't help grinning.

"I really wouldn't know. I've never had a food fight before. Have you? I'm not very good with mess," she replies, one thought near enough blending into the next as she shares whatever's on her cheerful mind.

The smile turns just that little bit impish; a brief warning of what follows. Crumbling up a biscuit, she plainly launches the crumbs into his lap. "How are you with mess, Malcolm?" At least she made sure this is the kind that can be easily brushed off.