Wrath observes this reaction and wrinkles her nose. "Wow. I even get the most mild kind of pepper jelly. But it's okay if you don't like it. Not everyone does." She carefully relieves Maine of the bowl before he can drop it. "Just. Uh. Never let the guys in the mess dare you into a hot sauce contest if you didn't like that."

Wrath? She wins hot sauce contests. She makes grown men weep.

She'd like to start eating her ice cream, but now her hands are full. "Here's your--uh. Jellybean's cone." The cone, with its two scoops, is bigger than the kitten in question.