Wrath keeps going all the way to the bench, since it's easier to do the ice cream trade sitting, without a cane occupying her hand. Instead of immediately taking the bowl, though, she grabs the spoon and digs out a lump of the dark chocolate ice cream, and even gets most of the pepper jelly off of it. Then she tilts the spoon toward Maine. "Bite , and then I'll hand your ice cream over. Unless you think your mouth is too wimpy."

Yeah, she did just call the honor of Maine's mouth into question there.