It's good. [She hisses a little as the cold hits her teeth, but it's a welcome relief from the hot air. She takes another little bite, this time being more careful.
...he's watching her again, silent -- waiting? For her to say something? Do something? For lack of anything better, she gestures to the fruitsicles.]
Sunday! \^^/
...he's watching her again, silent -- waiting? For her to say something? Do something? For lack of anything better, she gestures to the fruitsicles.]
Aren't you having any?