She scoots Hairy to one side before taking the bow, with a soft and carefully enunciated, "Thank you." And then she tries to eat half a scoop in one bite. Half of it falls off her spoon and back into the bowl; the rest in her mouth and down the hatch as though brain freeze is something that happens to other people.

Beth beams up at Smith, chocolate already all over her teeth. "Be really cool! You make me fly one day? Oh, an' you have a big mirror?"