"I could eat," said Much, who was hungry from a late shift despite the ice cream already in his mouth. "Oh drugs," he added, once the latest round of pop rocks had calmed down and given his brain room to think. "I'll stick with this sugar injection, I think. What was your name again?" He couldn't not ask now that she'd made it obvious she remembered who he was. He felt a bit bad for that, but honestly, he met so many people, and he didn't feel that bad, since he'd just bought her ice cream.