"S'my kinda ice cream," Much nodded his approval. If she reminded him of anyone he'd met recently, and he wasn't ever going to say this out loud because he already knew he was wrong, then she kinda made him think of Mary Mags. Only not? She didn't strike him as Christian, but then, neither did Mary. Mary didn't feel like the other saints he'd met, but honestly... maybe that was simply because he'd never seen Francis or Patrick in a low cut top with a crossbow...
Much gave it up. Trying to guess who people were was hard, and the challenge presented by the several blackboards full of different ice cream flavors was going to be hard enough. "Shit," Much said, scanning over them all. "Shit I can't decide. How's anyone supposed to decide?"