His nose wrinkles a bit - not magic, he's pretty sure. He doesn't know what it is, maybe ee-lek-tri-sitee like they dismissed he'd need (they thought he couldn't hear but he could, he knows how to listen under the cracks of the doors and through keyholes), but he's never gotten to see one up-close like this before.
He retrieves his own package and slides the door carefully shut again - it's good to be polite, he knows, especially to grown-ups even if there aren't any around - and watches Daine studying hers like she doesn't know what to do with it. Tim cocks his head for a minute. The wrappers can be hard sometimes, like wrappers for anything can be. Sometimes they get too slippery for your fingers. This one's chilled from the freezer and so his fingers stick to it a bit, but finally he demonstrates by ripping open his own packaging.
"Like that." There's a cool slab of chocolate on a stick inside, and he can feel the corners of his mouth twitching. Almost like a smile. "Ice cream."
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He retrieves his own package and slides the door carefully shut again - it's good to be polite, he knows, especially to grown-ups even if there aren't any around - and watches Daine studying hers like she doesn't know what to do with it. Tim cocks his head for a minute. The wrappers can be hard sometimes, like wrappers for anything can be. Sometimes they get too slippery for your fingers. This one's chilled from the freezer and so his fingers stick to it a bit, but finally he demonstrates by ripping open his own packaging.
"Like that." There's a cool slab of chocolate on a stick inside, and he can feel the corners of his mouth twitching. Almost like a smile. "Ice cream."