[He pulls the popsicle out of his mouth, and his gaze turns in its general direction.] To begin with he told me to stay here, that he'd be right back. But he also loves a good prank and did not tell me that this was a fertility festival. Or that I've been eating something... anatomically correct.

[It goes back in his mouth for a few seconds.] Or that it's cursed; I can't seem to put it down. [And while the flavor wasn't bad, losing his self control was something that grated on him rather visibly.]