"O-oh you mean from...yours." Theodore's cheeks were heating rapidly, and he quickly removed his glasses to clean them on the tail of his shirt. "I...well, thank you," he said, taking the cone delicately, almost afraid their fingers might brush, and taking a lick that made him shiver a bit, not only from the cold but from the taste itself. "That's...that's good. Thank you, Timothy," he said, offering the ice cream back.