[His trailing off is met with confusion. ?? ?? Yes? Glitter, dusting everyone. She's following, go on-- Oh. She looks down at themselves.]

...Oh! Oh, no, this isn't from-- Well, I suppose that's not the point. [Mipha looks a grand mix of embarrassed, alarmed, and apologetic and she ineffectively brushes at his clothes in an attempt to dislodge some of the green glitter. It...it doesn't work. She looks dismayed, but damn if she's not trying.]

I, ah... I apologize. [Mipha laughs a little, sheepish] I promise to make it up to you, somehow. But, at least you can pretend it was the glitter they've been throwing around? [You know, in case he doesn't want anyone to know it came from her and all or something.]