Can't speak. [ Her tongue is sliding along the edges, prying off the top. ] Not enough icy cherry blast in my digestion sac. [ Tongue slips in, wallowing in the glorious meal of frozen dairy and fruit. ] I need half this thing in me before words can happen.

[ Spoons are for novices. Terezi moves from the door, allowing Dave into her Scalemate covered abode. Manners are secondary to her cause. Instead of asking, she paps at the DVDs in his hands. The would be obvious if her face wasn't already in the tub. ]