The tart and tangy ice cream pains the sides of Danny's jaw but at least the sourness distracts him from the comment. He can't overreact if he can't open his mouth.

Ache slowly fading, he digs in for a second helping, but another distraction is suddenly less than a foot away. Danny can't help but stare at Hedwig, his lips parted to accept a spoonful of ice cream that hasn't made it to his mouth yet. It hovers over his chest, hand stilled, and drips slowly off the spoon.