Football, hm? Yotsuyu assumes American football, since they're in New York, after all. If it weren't, he'd likely say soccer. It's a tidbit she files away for later, even as she makes herself a much-needed cup of coffee...

And comes back with a delicate bowl of lemon sherbet.

Yotsuyu lets out a shriek and tosses said delicate bowl of sherbet into the air--where the cup of coffee returns to its proper form. She makes a grab for it, but only manages to upend it, splattering both herself and Jecht with the contents.

It might be an interesting experience, in any case; when enraged, Yotsuyu has a vocabulary like a sailor.