[Record scratch as she realizes that maybe, just maybe, other people don't know about the winter treat that was a staple of her childhood, however tragic it was to contemplate. Rubbing her temples, Lys half-smiles around a rueful laugh.]
Oh...no, not honey. What you do is take a handful of snow, as fresh and clean as you can get it, and mix it with fruit juice. That's what we called "sweet ice" back home.
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[Record scratch as she realizes that maybe, just maybe, other people don't know about the winter treat that was a staple of her childhood, however tragic it was to contemplate. Rubbing her temples, Lys half-smiles around a rueful laugh.]
Oh...no, not honey. What you do is take a handful of snow, as fresh and clean as you can get it, and mix it with fruit juice. That's what we called "sweet ice" back home.