"Calls me Skwisgaar, hokay?" He said, looking down at the young boy with a small smile still on his face. It was hard not to see where the older man came through, from this cute little, bitty boy. "Dats is de kinds with de marshmallows insides of it."
While in the kitchen, the lanky musician prepared a small bowl of ice cream for the young boy, offering it to him, with a small, dainty spoon. "I haves a caramel syrups to put onsides of it?" He suggested. "Or is dis goods for now? You ates a very lots of stew, it's am okay if you don't wants on any."