He feels cool even in the shade. Refreshing. It's strange; when we're fighting, the differences between us sometimes jar at me, sometimes shake me, make me hurt.

But when we're just talking... it's nice.

He gives it a lick. Just because I asked him to. I beam at him, and take a huge slurp of mine. "It's sweet, huh! I love sweet food. I love savoury food, too!"