He watches her, bemused, as she folds up the wrapper real careful, like she's afraid of crumpling it up. But when she tastes it he can't help it, he smiles, really smiles, and he can't remember the last time he did that and there's a lighter twinge in his chest that he can't put a name to. Like a bit of weight over him is gone, kind of.

"Never had ice cream before?" he asks, because as far as he's concerned that's more than possible. He can barely remember the taste himself.