It's a lucky thing Euna wasn't eating any more ice cream just now, or it'd be everywhere. As it is, the sound of a breath catching in her throat is audible: this warbly little squeak settling in just under Sara's enthusiastic dessert enjoyment noises. Her eyes open as wide as they'll go as her pupils dilate to match. The blush starts at her nose, spreads to her cheeks, and climbs down to her neck and up to her ears at the same time. For a second, she can't move except to make funny little sniffs. Her mouth's even caught hanging open a little bit. 

Oh no. Oh no, she's picturing it. Oh no everybody's watching and [i]she can't stop picturing it[/i]. Why did she think this was a good idea? Who teases a tiger in public? There's a terrified grin spreading across her face. Her hands sneak up with skillwire precision to cover her mouth. Then her entire face. She hunches down until the face/hand combo meets her knees, and in that instant nobody in a thousand meter radius is going to wonder at all who was going to wind up on the bottom. Hypothetically squeaking. SPEAKING!

"Th-th-th-that's not fair!" she barely more than mumbles as her entire torso trembles with embarrassment. 

She sits back up with superhuman effort, but the damage is done. She can't look Sara in the face right now. Hell, she can't look [i]anyone[/i] in the face. 

"I..." her eyes focus on a spot next to Sara's chair. Her hands clench into fists on her lap. Her blush, impossibly, grows deeper, "Th-there, I mean. Um. I-I don't... think, uh, a-any part of you isn't (gulp) isn't pretty."

Three. Two. One.

"UM! I MEAN! UH, GOSH WHAT AN INTERESTING QUESTION FE--" inside voices you moron, literally everyone is staring, "Er.. Fe, Ferra. Yeah. You know. Obviously. Yup! Of course she's proud. I mean I'm proud! We're... it. No, um. You know?"

Dear god, something or somebody save her.