““Three scoops in his bowl, one coffee, one peanut butter, one chocolate. He’d added about four pounds of hot fudge and a metric ton of caramel, just to even the score. Hank had taken one look at it and said, “You’re an idiot.” “You are.” It had been the only appropriate answer, really. “Where’s your whipped cream? Where’s the cherry? Where’re the nuts?” Tox said, “This is a snack, not a sundae, and I got all the nuts I need. Wanna see ‘em?” “You don’t know anything about dessert,” Hank said disgustedly, reaching for the door of the freezer.””
