All is pleasure, joy, and bliss,

And so Esca is left with a tiny bowl of twist ice cream. It is cold to the touch, and when he pokes it, wet. He watches Martha eat first, wanting to understand properly, before taking the spoon and lifting a small sliver of ice cream to his mouth. "Mmph," he says. He swallows before continuing. "It's so cold." Like eating ice in winter, but smoother, and with the flavor of milk... he understands the name, now.