"Mmmhmm," he agreed, licking the popsicle again and this time, getting a feel for the oddness of the shape at the bottom and froze, mid-lick, eyes narrowing.

He lowered the popsicle, which took considerable self-control, and tried very hard to make eye contact with Duo. It didn't work, but the expression was severe enough. "What kind of festival did you say this is again?"