"How are you gonna grow up big and strong if you only drink beer?" Let's just ignore the innate ridiculousness of that particular statement. It's supposed to be ridiculous.

Wrath rolls her eyes. "Maybe she'd like a different flavor of ice cream." Like the plain sweet cream, that's supposed to have stuff mixed into it. But it's the most like regular milk. "If you watch my chocolate, I'll go get her something new to try."