"So clearly it mustn't happen."

"Cool. I'll try to avoid the whole premature death thing."

She kisses his forehead. "Should be easier for you than for some."

He is incredibly pleased with the little forehead kiss.

"Eh, I think it balances out. If I were most people I would already be dead, like, 8 times."

"Well, fair. Depends on how good your healing is, I guess."

"Yeah, I guess it does. It's...kind of hard to test that one, though."

"Yeah." Hug. "I'd rather not test it to the breaking point, if it's all the same to you."

"...Yeah. That's okay with me."

He can't think of any situation where he'd need to -- that he's likely to run into, anyway.

"Good." Vertical snuggle.

Snuggle!

Time to find a popsicle?

Popsicle! There is a gas station sort of place that sells popsicles. Edie selects a cherry one.

He pays for it and unwraps it quickly.

"This is probably gonna be weird..."

"Probably. Think of it as science, if it helps."

"Well, I'm always up to have weird science done to me..."

He holds it up to the mouth, and the tongue snakes out to lick it, and just sort of...keeps going.

It wraps around the popsicle a couple times before he stops it.

"...huh."

The guy behind the counter drops his magazine.

"That tastes really good, actually."

"Oh, good."

He tries his best to send it.

It's not nearly as sweet as it'd normally be, just tart and cool and...water-tasting, somehow.

"Huh. Cool."

"I love my weird mouth."

Man behind the counter clearly does not, but he's trying his best to sit still and be polite, bless him.

Edie leaves a generous tip. It's not fair to judge peoples' internal belief states and he is deciding to be nice about it.

The guy seems to appreciate it through all the feeling-ill.

He looks down at the popsicle (and the tongue attacking it) as they walk out the door.

"I feel like if I put this in the actual mouth I'm gonna freeze my teeth off."

"You have a healing factor, right?"

"Yeah, but, like...have you ever bitten a popsicle?"

"Yeah?"

"It's so...uncomfortable."