[Yurick doesn't say anything, only pulls the spoon from his mouth and digs up a much bigger mouthful this time. In it goes, and for a moment he looks like he might melt in bliss.
Of course, what happens when you hold something cold against the roof of your mouth for too long?
He quickly swallows, only to drop the spoon into his bowl and press both hands to the sides of his head, wincing.]
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Of course, what happens when you hold something cold against the roof of your mouth for too long?
He quickly swallows, only to drop the spoon into his bowl and press both hands to the sides of his head, wincing.]
Ahhh, m-- my head!